This may or may not be true, but I feel like this weekend coming up is the first absolutely free weekend I’ve had in about ninety-seven months. Here’s the plans, for anyone who plans to call me:
Friday: Get good and properly drunk. Not blind drunk, not incontinent drunk, just comfortably numb, happy-go-lucky, night-sweaty drunk.
Saturday: Do some work (yeah, I know–wtf is that all about). Then engage in online frivolity, get some sweet, then maybe watch March of the Penguins. (We’re all about honesty here at Wasted Time.)
Sunday: Observe the sabbath. Literally. Just watch those poor sumbitches drive off to church at 8am while I watch them out the window drinking coffee and not wearing pants.
That spells G-O-O-D–T-I-M-E-S, people.
September 17, 2007 at 3:28 pm
No pants! There better be a nightcoat mixed in there somewhere.
And hopefully there was Bailey’s mixed in there too.
September 18, 2007 at 9:45 pm
Good times indeed.
I peed my pants when I read your sabbath line.
Then I realized I wasn’t wearing pants.
Now I have to clean the floor.
Dammit.