It's Friday and it's Happy Hour time...time for all American workers to stop work and start drinking. I don't officially go out anymore, that is for amateurs. I drink in house, and I drink cheap boxed wine, as previously mentioned. And I worked for 3 minutes today. HA. So there.
:P
I took an interesting picture of myself today with my trusty lappy. Here is Delani Bleu and Delani Bleu, a double self portrait. My mother painted the picture in the background of the picture when I was in high school, and the foreground is me, well, looking contemplative at age 44.
OK, looking old at age 44. Oh well, I don't care right at this moment, because it is HAPPY hour, remember?
We have been dealing with a young thief at our house over the past few weeks. I shall blog about Damien next. Yes, i said Damien. But today's topic is HAPPY hour, remember?
I have a mysterious cold sore on the other side of my tongue, and it only feels good if I stick out my tongue like a dog. Shit, today is about HAPPY hour, yeah yeah yeah.
Garçon, more wine?
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