So I was supposed to meet a couple of writer friends last night for drinks and BS, but they begged off. One said he wasn't feeling well. Then The Wife came home sniffling with a bag full of cold remedies, and I realized I didn't feel that great either. So I did something I haven't done in a long damn time.
I stayed home on a Monday evening.
I'm worried about the consequences. The Wife has been known to seize upon precedents such as this to convince me to do things like it again, and I can't let that happen. I need my Monday's away from Casa Estrogen. You have no idea. So the guys and I are meeting up next Monday, and I may just have to double up. Stay out extra late and get extra cigar-stinky.
I can't wait.
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
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