Passing along a message
Hey, BG, I ran into Subway Chick. She said to make sure you got this.
Thanks to Amy for telling me how to put in a photo - I'm sure Subway Chick appreciates it, too!
Major Case Headaches
I was about to lug out the dartboard o' decisions, but then I thought "Hey, why not ask around?" The interweb has to be useful somehow, right?
When you've got a case, it's all business. But when it's paperwork day, everybody seems to be willing to slack off. Not that I mind, not in the least.
But I don't know if I have all the answers. Well, here goes.
Well, tonight's not over, so I can't comment on that, yet. I'd tell you other stuff, but people are trying to get my attention here.
If you sleep with a woman you know has killed someone, you automatically get your Mensa membership revoked.
But am I moping? Nah. I think I'm getting the flu, though. I'm something of a connoisseur of headaches, and the one I had an hour ago was something special. Another thing to love about this city, is the abundance of drugstores. The problem is, I only go when I'm desperate, and then I grab anything that might help. I start with an Excedrin base, and work upwards, starting with what's on sale. I can't beleive whatever's in these Nutrin capsules isn't a controlled substance; they aren't mixing too well with the other stuff, and now I feel a bit too much better. I cannot stress enough: do not try this at home.
Where did I leave off? Oh, yeah, intense pain, strange apartment, and Munch missing, presumed bed(ded).
Luckily, whoever owns this place has every pain medication known to man in their medicine cabinent.
First off, I should mention that I'm not 100% on this internet thing - hence the fact that there's no spiffy graphics and all - not that simple isn't good. But if people have advice, let me know. I've switched the settings so anyone can comment - but if Munch logs in and makes me regret it, I can change it back.
I know I said I'd be back, but I fell asleep in the couch on the breakroom, and nobody decided to wake me up. I missed all the exicitement with that note from that loony Wallace chick, and everything.
I don't have much time now - but I have to say this. Since it seems like there really are women reading this, I have something that nags at me. I wake up nights wondering about it. I've lost more than one relationship over it. Today, at lunch, I looked at my partner, really looked at her, and I had to say it, because I wanted to hear the truth. I wanted to understand.
Anybody who voluntarily went out late/early last night is nuts. Some of us had to stumble home and change for work, though, and had to endure one of the season's first (edited)-numbing blasts of cold weather.
So, I stopped by a friend's place on the way home, and checked this out. Maybe I've had a few too many beers, but all I'm seeing is..."Desperate," "Sex," and people asking about the pillar at my desk, which I was going to talk about, but Munch here says you may be guys.