thursday
cold
tired
going to bed
sang the theme to the Peanuts Christmas but substituted the words "mine baby jack" over and over to my cat. sounded good.
ate some craisens.
good night.
fea

wednesday.
staff meeting today and you know what... none of us is as dumb as all of us. still laughing.
i was just getting geared up about getting in bed and watching my 11 o'clock seinfeld but no the cavs need to interrupt my programming with their losing streak.. so far they 're ahead lets take a moment to pray they win.
mine hands are dry, i just rubbed my fingers together and it sounded almost like when lurch did it before he'd play the harpsicord.
i'm glad this week is almost over. i tell you i am focusing on 5:00 sunday, thats when the bulk of my outtings with the youth of today will end - hoo-fucking-ray. yesssssssssss.
alright i cannot go on.. i've got to get some hand lotion.
talk to you manana, banana
thea

tuesday.
fill yourself with booze day! (i wish.. let's get that one going shall we?)
work today was uneventful and fine. i got easily the greatest postcard on earth from my friend suzanne...i'm still, 7 hours later laughing aloud about it. its a post card and its one of those false motivational posters with a bunch of joined hands and it reads:
MEETINGS
none of us is as dumb as all of us.
we have staff meeting tomorrow and this is so fucking funny i can't stand it.
i see chris referenced the MTV show rich girls. i can only hope that at some point they might be ashamed or their familys might be ashamed but they seem too stupid and obtuse to the actual world that i doubt it.
cavs lost. not making it happen... not at all. it seems that there will be a few gentlemen who will be owing me money invested in working at the bar based on false hopes.. yes you lebron, yes you mr. davis, and oh yes you..mr. "children of the playground..."boozer.. where my money at foooooo's? lets pick it the fuck up dudes.
alrighty,
i bid you good night,
and i dedicate my day tomorrow to carolyn (CAROLYN)'s uncle wally who just died...this was a great fucking guy. i have fun memories of uncle wally at the various polka masses that carolyn and i attended. let me hip you all to this.. polka mass, cheap ticket, great food, OPEN BAR!!!!, DRUNKEN POLKA-ING with your best friend and her family. loved it.
bye bye
thea

saturday/sunday
i am blogging today but its already tomorrow... its two two two blogs in one.
tonight i went to work made money and watch the cavs get a victory ripped out of their hands... alot of crappy shooting at the end.. i would attribute it to the panic that must set in when the other team (team... team....) is breathing down your neck. sad sad sad.
tonight:
1. i made good money
2. had a lady customer say with suprise "groucho marx is dead?"
3. laughed aloud when a couple of customers came in to a dead bar at the cliff hanger end of 2x overtime and put money in the juke box to hear ... "secret garden" by bruce springsteen..... ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME - ASSHOLE!!
4. came home and caught an MTV sort of tribute to Pdiddy for running the marathon .. he did it for kids, he did it for education... so explain to me why in the interview he said "they axed me if i'd run another marathon ... and the TRUF is i would." AXED, TRUF... pdiddy.... EDUCATION... EXAMPLE.... jackass.
5. chitty bang bang is on.. nothin i love more then dick van dyke singing "the old bamboo"
6. i got on the scale this a.m. after a few days of reckless eating. i put it off for a few just to make sure i didn't kill myself before christmas.. i'm holding out for Dec.25th! but i was lower then i thought and happy. i had pizza with hotsauce for dinner. hooray.
thank god tomorrow is sunday.... a slight reprieve before diving headlong into the vast, rotting, stinking pile of shit that the work week is. plus i have to work with the youth of today pretty much all next weekend so it's actually overtime in the stinking pile of shit - god bless.
i remain,
F E A
ps: big chuck and little jon are doing holiday crafts on the show tonight... i hope it kills them.