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Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Ivy League and I had dinner plans tonight about 90 minutes away. But, between the fact that she's exhausted from her third full day at her new gig, and fighting off a cold, and the fact that, if how I feel today is any indication, I'm probably fighting off said cold, we're probably staying home tonight.

Probably just as well, because what was originally going to be a small dinner party sort of blew up into a full-fledged birthday party, complete with kids. We wouldn't want to infect a whole mass of our friends.

Incidentally, I'd just like to mention (in an entirely non-cry-for-help kinda way) that if it ever came down to it, my new preferred method of suicide is downing 116.03 shots of espresso or 80.02 cups of drip coffee while singing Suicide is Painless. Of course, since I've taken to combining the two lately, let's just call it 75 Shots in the Dark Juna Jolts.


B said...

Wow I'm suprised how few cups of java it takes. The most I've every had in one day is about 30 mugs. Working a t a coffee shop was great for my health.