pondering @ teahouse

hey, remote blogging is the shit, man.

so I was thinking, here propped on my stool and trying not to decompose too fast, it's about time I quit the notion that a person can go to the BH on a thursday night and only have a couple of beers.

this morning, besides not remembering my own name or recognizing my own cats,  I couldn't remember if I'd paid my tab before I left.