7:00 am: all I wanna do is sleeep. But I told someone I'd do something and I don't want to not be there. Must have coffee.
7:22 putting on as many layers as I can while drinking as much coffee as I can. Broke out an old coat I haven't wore for awhile.
7:50. Leaving the house. God damn is it cold out. Only a mile walk to the train. Guh
8:06am: Starbucks has a line.
8:10am: I missed the damn train. Now I wish I would have left earlier. I hope I make it in time.
8:16am: train comes. New wallet sucks because I can't scan my card through it.
8:50am: off the train, really have to pee. No bathrooms. Soldier on buddy.
9:09 I'm at my destination. So many people geez, and I missed the start.
10:10 am: after much is that them. Is that them, is that them? And I few I think so's Im heading home. I can barely feel my toes and my bladder is gonna rip in half. Too much coffee
11:15 off the train and at the same Starbucks I started at. Finally relieved of used coffee. Yay
11:36am: finally back home. Start to peel off many layers of clothes.
11:45: awwwwww. My morning was worth it after all.
11:46: type up email. Feel super emotional. Feel tears well up.
11:48am: no time to nap. Have to leave in a bit to go to brunch. Same time every week. 1pm meet in front of different Starbucks.
12:00pm: another cup of coffee.
12:34 pm: leaving for brunch meow. Much less clothes on. Still dread walk to the bus.
12:48: bus driver arguing with a Spanish woman that doesn't understand her for ten cents. I throw a quarter in, and say there ya go. If all of life's problems could be solved so easily. Note to bus driver: it's ten fucking cents.
12:55: update all friends via text that I'm on my way. Don't expect responses per usual. Why am I always the one that had to hold shit together. God I'm tired. Await arguement over which place we'll go to, and then always settle on the place that has beer. We'll see if I'm wrong.
1:00pm: well shit. There's a Irish Christmas market by the brown line. I wanna go! Ok. I realize that nobody else wants to and know that I probably won't. Hmph! Still no response from friends.
1:12pm: more coffee. Christ. Text from one friend that they are gonna be late so we should go grab a beer and wait. So there we go. Fat cat it is. So I guess this is the point where I apologize beforehand for my writing before I write it. I tend to get a little emotional and more open whilst with drink. Sorry. At least food will be involved at some point. Speaking of which. I was reminded late last night of a time I had daytime margaritas. Heh.
1:36 pm: heard a ghost popped into my old job this morning. Huh. I have seven beers left on my 12 beers of Christmas left. Having a Sierra Nevada celebration with a fried egg sammich side of bacons. Thoughts creeping in. Boo.
1:49: 
2:27pm: after talks about worrying about whether you worry about people seeing your farts in the winter, and whether or not wu tang call them selves clansmen, I have a cigarette and order my second beer. A revolution brewery fistmas ale. Yay. Also my friend broke his taint.
2:43: proclaimers, I'm gonna be playing on the stereo. Sigh.
3:02: Great Lakes Christmas ale and a very distasteful portrait of Jesus on a sail celebrating Christ-mast. Lol
4:06 am. I had a southern tier 2xmas, and about to order a Breckinridge Christmas.. In the mean time told the story of my first sexual experience and a pen exploding in my pants on a white leather couch. No Bueno. Outside smoking, thoughts of the girl and how I wish she were here.
4:56: friend smashed my god damned wallet. I'm within three of finishing my damn holiday beer list and getting a Santa hat and a handy from the bartender. What the hell.
5:13: friend just finished his 12 beers list. I still have two to go. Feeling pretty tipsy and prolly another Saturday to go. I feel pretty toasty and kind of sad. Anyways....
6:39pm: one friend
denied peeing at bar number 2. Another friend forced to give his phone number to a dude. And I'm buzzed in need of rescue. Halp!!!
7:49: one friend left. Porch beers outside. I can't feel my toes. Back inside. Asked if can Facebook the hoes.
9:08: long discussion on what is happiness and whether or not happiness is to be obtained. I disagree. Obviously. Talk of going to max's. Drinking to be continued, god damn it.
10:42pm. Just figured out how to unbold my posts. Also just figured out that the original donkey kong is only three levels. My childhood memories crushed. Feeling pretty tired at this point.
11:30pm: after reading things that I should know by now I have no business reading after drinking, I'm in a cab heading home. I got upset. And sad. The things I do don't matter. They don't mean a damn thing. It wouldn't have mattered if I'd have just stayed in bed this morning.
11:48pm: I am home. I can't put into words what I'm feeling. I lost today. A couple of days ago I had this rejeuvenated never say die attitude. Keep the path, stay the course right? Today, I feel like a sucker. Maybe I'm foolish. I just stood there like an asshole. And what do I show for it? An empty house and an empty life. Maybe in my next life I can play the part of the minimal effort guy until shit gets serious.
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