I'm just a cock-eyed pessimist

I've drunk two bottles of Bawls (found a nice website that had locations listed), ate green chile enchiladas with Stephanie, and played both Euchre and Rikiki at Corinna's party. I've come home to confirm that it's time to go into work, and (joy!) cleaned up the mess Shadow made in the kitchen (what in the hell did he eat?). Now I'm locking the dogs up for the night, putting a new contact lens in my left eye, and heading in for prop night. Oh, the joy.

I've got my eighties gay disco on (Heaven 17), I'm reading over the instructions for what's supposed to be already happening, and I am ready to go. My boss keeps coming in here to ask people where they are. The other "quarterback" dude apparently hid the pool balls in my office, which I find hysterical.

Ooh, five minutes 'til release. How exciting! But where are the other 20 people that should be here right now?

"Who's Fred Casely?"
"My ex-boyfriend."
"Why'd you shoot him?"
"I was leavin."

Oh yes oh yes oh yes we both, oh yes we both ...

I'm on to listening to Chicago (the musical, not the 70's soft rock group) and indulging in what I will call the "orange" food group: cheetos, doritos, and cheddar ruffles. It was darned nice of them to buy poofy cheetos. MM mm. Doritos of course were to be expected. Oddly enough all of the little sandwiches and fruit - ostensibly, the healthy food - is all gone now. I've got some oreos, too. I've finished smoke testing my two IPs and I'm about to start the kind of harder testing that constitutes "phase two." I sure hope this prop goes easy - the puddle of nastiness in the kitchen right before I needed to leave seemed like a bad omen.

I seem to be holding up pretty well given the time of night, which I have to thank the Bawls for, I'm sure. I'm on my third can of Talking Rain. I think I still have a lot of work to do but I'm just not sure anymore. I think things are going pretty well but I'm a little disturbed that I haven't found any real bugs all night. To me, it just means I'm not doing my job well. Plenty of other people are finding bugs, that's for sure, but just not a lot fo them.

I'm definitely slowing down, though.

I've been released, but I haven't finished all the many tasks given to me to do tonight. I'm just going to keep testing for a little while and see if I can find something, somewhere, that someone else has missed. I'll put in the Janes Addiction and see if it helps me think a little better.

I fed the dogs and let them out so that I can settle down for a long winter's nap without any interruption. I've just got to brush my teeth now.

There sure were a lot of people still at work. I wonder what was going on? Oh well, better them than me. Sometimes it's nice to be the newbie.

I've been up for about an hour, and looking around the house I can see pretty clearly what I ought to do today, but I want to know what I can do to make me happy. Nothing comes to mind, really. If only it were sunny I'd feel like going for a walk ... then everything would be better. It's a real shame that Christmas present shopping is such a chore - it's only easy for my very few friends (and my brother and Worthy Opponent). Bah.

I got a call from sallysimpleton, who is AS I TYPE in the "Vosges Haut-Chocolats" store in Manhattan, picking me out some fancy chocolates. Baby! I'm so excited!

I'm going to go to the Pike Place Market and do a little shopping now. Hopefully when I get home I will have dinner with my friend Dug at Shalimar, but I have no idea what will happen afterwards.

Beneath a sheltered overhang on the west side of the Pike Place Market is a magic little spot where the shit of hundreds of pigeons falls like curtains of cherry blossoms in the spring rain. This is where I parked my car today.