Time to wake up and start posting, spags! It's almost eight o'clock in Portland, what are you doing still asleep?
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on January 19, 2013, 03:57:26 PM
Time to wake up and start posting, spags! It's almost eight o'clock in Portland, what are you doing still asleep?
I don't know but I had a hard time finding my glasses and there were only two beers left.
Also, I fucking hate that about glasses. You need to be wearing them in order to find them quickly. At least with my level of myopia.
Quote from: Queef Erisson on January 19, 2013, 05:22:29 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on January 19, 2013, 03:57:26 PM
Time to wake up and start posting, spags! It's almost eight o'clock in Portland, what are you doing still asleep?
I don't know but I had a hard time finding my glasses and there were only two beers left.
Also, I fucking hate that about glasses. You need to be wearing them in order to find them quickly. At least with my level of myopia.
I don't mind as long as they are where I always put them. Sometimes when I go to bed intoxicated though they aren't. That is when I panic and feel all helpless.
Quote from: Pergamos on January 19, 2013, 05:35:54 PM
Quote from: Queef Erisson on January 19, 2013, 05:22:29 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on January 19, 2013, 03:57:26 PM
Time to wake up and start posting, spags! It's almost eight o'clock in Portland, what are you doing still asleep?
I don't know but I had a hard time finding my glasses and there were only two beers left.
Also, I fucking hate that about glasses. You need to be wearing them in order to find them quickly. At least with my level of myopia.
I don't mind as long as they are where I always put them. Sometimes when I go to bed intoxicated though they aren't. That is when I panic and feel all helpless.
Yup. That's what happened this morning.
How did they end up in the trash? How? It's not like even in my drunkest moments that I'm not acutely aware that I am unable to tell with 100% certainty that that is in fact me in the mirror 3 feet away.
Watching The Walking Dead.
Because there's nothing better to do for the week you're down with the flu than watch 3 seasons of zombie outbreak goodness.
I'm in this weird halfway moment where my body has both that "I had lots of great sex" feeling and that "holy shit I'm really hungover" feeling.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on January 19, 2013, 05:53:11 PM
I'm in this weird halfway moment where my body has both that "I had lots of great sex" feeling and that "holy shit I'm really hungover" feeling.
Dude, that is the best thing in the world. It means last night was all sorts of awesome.
I want to eat everything. I also don't want to leave this blanket. Dilemmas.
Eat the blanket.
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on January 19, 2013, 06:21:36 PM
Eat the blanket.
That would entail a part of everything.
Really what's probably going to happen is I'm eventually going to go to the bodega for coffee V8 and macaroni and cheese.
Quote from: Queef Erisson on January 19, 2013, 06:48:18 PM
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on January 19, 2013, 06:21:36 PM
Eat the blanket.
That would entail a part of everything.
Really what's probably going to happen is I'm eventually going to go to the bodega for coffee V8 and macaroni and cheese.
I have just had a fucking godly bowl of macaroni and cheese. I added a capful of vinegar for bite and melted in a bit of mozzarella. Only two modifications I made, but the outcome was delicious. I highly recommend it.
Quote from: Uncle Wallified on January 19, 2013, 07:20:37 PM
Quote from: Queef Erisson on January 19, 2013, 06:48:18 PM
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on January 19, 2013, 06:21:36 PM
Eat the blanket.
That would entail a part of everything.
Really what's probably going to happen is I'm eventually going to go to the bodega for coffee V8 and macaroni and cheese.
I have just had a fucking godly bowl of macaroni and cheese. I added a capful of vinegar for bite and melted in a bit of mozzarella. Only two modifications I made, but the outcome was delicious. I highly recommend it.
The bodega probably has vinegar, but probably not mozzarella. Hmmm.
Stupid dilemmas. I'd go to the supermarket, but there's literally one house between here and there, and the supermarket is a 10 minute walk. And I don't feel like walking.
That's also the funny thing about mild to moderate hangovers for a 30 something. No headaches, no dry heaves, usually no crazy diarrhea. Just pure laziness.
Motivated enough to go to the bodega. Brb.
Quote from: Queef Erisson on January 19, 2013, 05:22:29 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on January 19, 2013, 03:57:26 PM
Time to wake up and start posting, spags! It's almost eight o'clock in Portland, what are you doing still asleep?
I don't know but I had a hard time finding my glasses and there were only two beers left.
Also, I fucking hate that about glasses. You need to be wearing them in order to find them quickly. At least with my level of myopia.
That's why I
A. have three pairs
B. always put them in one of three places
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on January 19, 2013, 05:53:11 PM
I'm in this weird halfway moment where my body has both that "I had lots of great sex" feeling and that "holy shit I'm really hungover" feeling.
God, I used to love that feeling!
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on January 19, 2013, 07:36:43 PM
Quote from: Queef Erisson on January 19, 2013, 05:22:29 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on January 19, 2013, 03:57:26 PM
Time to wake up and start posting, spags! It's almost eight o'clock in Portland, what are you doing still asleep?
I don't know but I had a hard time finding my glasses and there were only two beers left.
Also, I fucking hate that about glasses. You need to be wearing them in order to find them quickly. At least with my level of myopia.
That's why I
A. have three pairs
B. always put them in one of three places
I had two identical pairs but one broke. I usually put it in the same place, but then something happened and they somehow ended up in my wastebasket. I did, however, use the broken pair to find the good pair.
Also, I am pretty convinced at this point that scratch tickets are gambling addiction equivalent of crack.
Quote from: Queef Erisson on January 19, 2013, 07:46:42 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on January 19, 2013, 07:36:43 PM
Quote from: Queef Erisson on January 19, 2013, 05:22:29 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on January 19, 2013, 03:57:26 PM
Time to wake up and start posting, spags! It's almost eight o'clock in Portland, what are you doing still asleep?
I don't know but I had a hard time finding my glasses and there were only two beers left.
Also, I fucking hate that about glasses. You need to be wearing them in order to find them quickly. At least with my level of myopia.
That's why I
A. have three pairs
B. always put them in one of three places
I had two identical pairs but one broke. I usually put it in the same place, but then something happened and they somehow ended up in my wastebasket. I did, however, use the broken pair to find the good pair.
Also, I am pretty convinced at this point that scratch tickets are gambling addiction equivalent of crack.
Yes, they certainly are.
Also, if you don't already know about them, I get super cheap glasses from selectspects.com. I usually end up replacing them every year because they really are cheap glasses, but they fit my budget ans satisfy my need to own several pairs at a time, so I'm not complaining.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on January 19, 2013, 08:38:24 PM
Quote from: Queef Erisson on January 19, 2013, 07:46:42 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on January 19, 2013, 07:36:43 PM
Quote from: Queef Erisson on January 19, 2013, 05:22:29 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on January 19, 2013, 03:57:26 PM
Time to wake up and start posting, spags! It's almost eight o'clock in Portland, what are you doing still asleep?
I don't know but I had a hard time finding my glasses and there were only two beers left.
Also, I fucking hate that about glasses. You need to be wearing them in order to find them quickly. At least with my level of myopia.
That's why I
A. have three pairs
B. always put them in one of three places
I had two identical pairs but one broke. I usually put it in the same place, but then something happened and they somehow ended up in my wastebasket. I did, however, use the broken pair to find the good pair.
Also, I am pretty convinced at this point that scratch tickets are gambling addiction equivalent of crack.
Yes, they certainly are.
Also, if you don't already know about them, I get super cheap glasses from selectspects.com. I usually end up replacing them every year because they really are cheap glasses, but they fit my budget ans satisfy my need to own several pairs at a time, so I'm not complaining.
Ooh, thanks!
I'm about due anyway. These glasses still work, but the last time I went to the optometrist, it was about a month before I applied to work for Dr. S, and Villager and I were still just friends.