So my high school reunion is tentatively scheduled for the first week in November in Greensboro. I used to have dreams of going to it with a drag queen in a sequined nightgown as my date, to show my contempt for the people I graduated with. Now I just don’t care anymore. I never cared much for my high school classmates. And I prefer to think the feeling was mutual…
I overslept this morning, and now I fell all fuzzy-headed and dehydrated. The latter probably has to do with the fact that my dinner last night was so garlic-soaked that I can still taste it, even after brushing my teeth twice. Gotta love Rocco’s on Folsom…
For the record, I already hate this idea…
And I’m lukewarm about this one too, but you sort of have to respect this guy for having enough geek in him to do the job right. Even CalTrans seems a little impressed…