sugarcrook

Yeah, I can’t hit a 3-iron. Fuck off.

The project in DC is complete and I’m back in Chicago. I’m still pretty exhausted, even after a few days with 12 hours of sleep. The project was a huge success, so it’s worth it.

Been playing lots of Tiger Woods Golf on the XBox, which makes me want to hit the driving range.

It’s okay to drink booze at 9am as long as it has fruit juice in it, like mango martinis.

I’ve been in DC for the last week, and I have a week to go before I get back to the Windy City. Luckily, I’m staying in the Dupont Circle area, so there are good places for food and drink, but not much else. (It’s not like I have much time for food and drink anyway. 14-hour days are killing me.)

I planned on ranting about how the bad the service is in all of the restaurants, or about the large number of butterfaces¹, but I just don’t have it in me. Stress and lack of sleep have destroyed my will to blog for today.

(1. “She’s got a good body, but ‘er face…”)

Comments are fixed, but I’m still moderating everything.

Every time I use my dishwasher, which isn’t often, I’m amazed that the dishes come out clean. And I still have no idea how that happens.

My dishwasher sits idle because I just don’t dirty that many dishes. It just seems easier to was the few dishes that pile up each day. Why don’t I just wait until the end of the week? Two reasons: 1) the idea of dirty dishes building up in the dishwasher for a week is vile, and 2) I don’t have enought dishes to go a whole week without washing them.

And yes, I know comments are down. Working on that.