Boy, did I get hammered last night!

Joke joke joke. I've written so much about drinking in the last week (as I told my list, I think that I have drunk more alcohol in the past week than I had in the entire previous year, if not longer) that this is now a theme journal about gettin' likkered up, and I didn't want to disappoint y'all by staying dry last night.

But I did.

In re my "I am such a dawg that no man will ever want to even fuck me and throw me away, let alone love me forever" entry yesterday, I got this reply from The Fabulous Robert:

"Read your entry today and had to let you know I understand. Not to make a pissing contest out of all this loneliness, but for gay men unless you're completely perfect -and- have 0% body fat so you can run around in red pleather shorts at Christmas, you're looked on as damaged goods."

Alright, point taken.

There's a threatened transit strike in NY, which could make life interesting.

It won't affect me a damn bit, nyah nyah, because I take the van from Jersey and then walk, so if the strike actually happens the office will be empty of everyone but the Jersey-ites and the people who live around the corner.

A memo went round the office yesterday stating that The Company That Must Not Be Named will pay a certain amount for taxis per person, or for parking if you bring your car, but of course taxis will be impossible to find, and there will be no cars allowed below 96th St. with less than three people in the car.

Also, there will be no vacation time granted during the strike, and those with pre-approved vacation should give it up and come to work anyway. My, that sure made me laugh!

And, by the way, I sent out half of my Christmas cards yesterday! The ones to you people, that is--the ones to people whom I have actually met are as yet unsent.

And those of you receiving the really badly folded ones should know that my thumbs got tired as the evening wore on. These are terrible labour-intensive cards, I'll have you know! They must be folded! Twice!!

Today's horoscope:
Change is on your mind--or on your partner's. This could be a small alteration or a major break. Perk up your time together.

One year ago today:
"Okay, I'll hang by my heels out the window and you stick the microphone up your ass, maybe then the balance would be right!"

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