I'm not sure what exactly was meant by that last post, but I'll leave it up as an example of the perils of mid-day drinking. Don't do it, kids, no matter how much it may appeal to you, no matter how cheap and cold the Pilsner Urquell is, no matter how friendly the bartender is. It just leads to the online equivalent of smearing feces on yourself.
It's no wonder I spend every winter down herebattling a succession of low-level insurgency colds. Tonight, one week after the infamous brief glimpse of snow, it's up in the 60s. It's supposed to stay in the 60s and 70s all week.
Despite the weather, I'm starting to feel all irritatingly Christmasy. Did some shopping today, and not coincidentally, I'm staying in tonight despite the nice weather (after the Russia trip, I'm not far above giving handjobs in Greyhound station bathrooms to fund Xmas). This is the time of year when I generally turn into a big, gooey ball of love, getting all emotional and crap and telling all my friends how much they mean to me. It's like a Lifetime movie except I need a shave and I'm frequently drunk on smoked beer.