January 30, 2004
I GOTTA PAY MORE ATTENTION
I'm batching it this weekend and didn't even realize it until this morning. What the hell? I'm sure The Bride told me she and the girls were going to dance competition in Orlando, but my internal filter treats 90% of what I'm told like F-15 decoy chaff.
I coulda planned. I coulda done something. Oh, I can strop the old straight razor, but where am I going to find any barely teen Malaysians at this late date? They're not exactly a dime a dozen around here, although that price fits my budget square on.
Maybe I'll dust off the wedding album and shine up the pictures. Or go dog-hunting. There's a particularly nasty brute down the street, half Rottie, half jackal, that's begging for an offing.
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