I should be cleaning right now. I have 10 of my very best friends and coworkers comign over at 7 for dinner. And my apartment desperately needs a quick clean, but, alas, it will wait. i have great faith that the 4 racks of ribs I am currently cooking are going to be AMAZING tonight. I hope my friends are hungry. This morning did not go well, I was in the lab forever, and EVERY one of the guys left me to finish all of the assays by myself. They're dicks. But after a couple of beers and relaxing at my apartment, I feel immensely better. Which is good, since all of the guys I was mad at will be at my place in 3 hours.
I'm savoring this beer, after tonight I will not have another for 30 days. Ughh. I hate dieting. However, I like to look good in my swinsuit in the summer... AND, since my apartment has a pool, it is time to kick it into gear. Unforunately, this means I have to cut myself off of alcohol. I've already made myself DD for the next month. Which includes Friday. I'm sad I can't drink for the Robert Earl Keen concert. I may break my own vow that night. You can't go to Georgia Theatre or listen/sing to Robert Earl Keen without alcohol. It's just not possible.
Oh, fairwell. I go to clean...
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