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the mystery of the missing memory

by Jen at 7:52 pm on 16.10.2005Comments Off
filed under: mundane mayhem

yucky. last night was chris’s birthday, and we all had drinks at their local. I had, perhaps 5 glasses of wine over the course of the evening. however upon waking this morning it quickly became evident that significant portions of my memory were missing. for instance, i have no recollection of anything which happened after we left the pub, including the 2 hours we went back to c & t’s afterward, the beer and other drinks i consumed there, the 20 minute walk home, or trying to get into bed with my boots on. this is all a bit concerning not only because i drink perhaps three times a month, tops, don’t think i was all that sloshed in the first place, and my tolerance seems to be declining at a worrisome rate, *but also* (in fact, mostly) because i have to rely on jonno’s say so that i didn’t, in fact, commit any drunken sins which might have transgressed my moral boundaries, or minimum dignity and self-esteem thresholds. i love and trust him but a) he was drinking too and b) he may very well be holding information in reserve for future use. he’s having just a little too much fun calling me his “little drunkard”.

goodness. anyway, feeling pretty crap today. this little tidbit has also done nothing to enhance my mood.


After a Wal-Mart employee turned in a high school student’s anti-Bush poster to the police, the Secret Service came calling.

what the fuck kind of police state *is* the u.s. these days??! i shudder to think.

watched sin city which was really good. very original, and a brilliant way to adapt a graphic novel – you really get a “comic strip” feel, without it detracting or distracting from the storyline. recommended, even if the motion did make my already fragile stomach rather queasy.

hope your weekend was less nauseous than mine!

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