Wednesday, September 04, 2002

I woke up on time, almost. I have an open day ahead of me which could very productively be spent undertaking a massive job-hunt. But instead, I'll be golfing and other-wise fucking off for most of the day. See what happens when friends have days off? How can I be expected to be responsible under these conditions?

Ahead for next time:
• a thorough review of golfing (and the requisite drinking & smoking)
• a summary of how my wasted day was spent
• thoughts and ruminations about a girl I dig down in Long Island? We'll just see about that.

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