Malty Goodness

Wow. It’s pretty late. Or early, if you will. And I think you will.

I missed voting yesterday by 5 minutes. I was really angry at myself. So I tried to cook some dinner, but I burned it. Then I was really, really angry at myself. This is not a state I engage in often, so I have no real coping mechanisms set up for it. There are some other things making me pretty angry at myself as well, such as my non-attendance of my glassworking class which I paid handsomely for. But there are extenuating circumstances surrounding that issue which I have no desire to go into here.

Anyhow. In a vaguely self-punishing way, I started to drink this nasty bottle of Old English malt liquor that had been sitting in the fridge for a while. It was gross, I’m not going to lie to you. But it worked a strange sort of voodoo on me.

I sat down and started to ink the rest of my comic resume. And I finished it! Then I sat and started to type my third submission to themusesbitch contest. I finished that, too!

Then I got on the phone with Dave in New York, and talked for a long, long time. Then I started to research Alf on the internet. And all of a sudden, it’s 4:48am.

How the hell did that happen? Damn malt liquor. No wonder people who drink this stuff regular-like always end up naked on rooftops in New Jersey holding their sister’s headless barbie doll.

5 thoughts on “Malty Goodness

  1. i was WONDERING what you were doing online that early! it was 10am here and suddenly i see you on msn. figured it was a fluke.

    so are you at work right now?

  2. I don’t appear to have received this magical, mystery entry. Didja finish it and in your drunken revelry, forget to send it? Or is my email being a bitch?

  3. Um, I sent it to your musesbitch.net email account, but I think my dulcetdarling hotmail account is causing me trouble. I sent something to an Ebayer last night, and they didn’t receive it either.

    I will forward the original email to you somewhere else if you give me another email address. It’s not a super great article anyhow, given the last-minute rush and all, so don’t sweat it.

  4. Hello. It is 3:42 pm and I am just finishing up my economics homework after possibly the least productive day I’ve ever had at work, in terms of, you know, actually doing “work” work. Except for that job I had the summer after first year where I’d just sit in the shitter and sleep all day.

    All my love,
    Dave
    (in New York)

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