Bad:
It’s fiscal year end, work is crazy, and I might have to go in this weekend.
Good:
It’s Friday and the weather is finally getting cooler.
Tonight’s Drink:
Micheladas on the carport. Bring a chair.
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Meta
Allen Miller tried to make me one of those damn things. Double UGH!! Vile, vile concoction.
I didn’t particularly like my first one either, but the second one was a little better, and the third one was better still, and on, and on, and on. Last night I probably had something around my 50th and it was damn tasty.