Meh.
The beauty is gone. It was replaced by massive quantities of sexual tension last night. Fuck me, or don't, just make a decision dammit.
I plan on blowing off work again today, but at least today I have something (and hopefully someone) to do.
My buddy Worm has deluded himself into believing he can finish a handle of vodka over the course of two hours. I'm hoping he'll pass out before I have to take him to the hospital.
I'm going up north to visit my parents later this week. My sisters will be there as well, with their husbands, so it should be a nice little reunion. However, this little vacation is cutting into my game-time. I have to close the deal soon, because once I leave I probably won't get another chance; she's way too pretty to stay single for long.
This is artificial plasmid sequence one-nine, and if you're reading this, you are the resistance.