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Fourteen hours from now... I'll be drunk

I've had serious ants in the pants all day, for obvious reasons. Work was busy, fortunately, filled with goal-setting. Not my favourite thing in the world, but it kind of forces you into active participation, and if I didn't have that diversion I probably would have lost my ever-loving mind with the waiting.

The house is 85% ready. Most of the food prep is done (thanks to Sarah), the house is clean and the cooler is stocked (thanks to me), and now we do some waiting. Chris will be coming by in a bit to drop off his TV, then I'll head out to the airport to pick up Jorge. I'll feed Jorge beer and make him help me move some furniture around, then I'll force him to go to sleep (with the assistance of ether, if necessary). My audio system arrives early tomorrow courtesy of Joe and Isha, and shortly thereafter, we'll be watching David Carradine run over people and overact.

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Oh Jebus. And then Chris came, and there was TVs, and Mega Men, and I was late picking up Jorge, and there was presents, and beers, and 30 Rock, and I almost forgot to post this but didn't.

See you in a few hours.
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Anonymous said…
Your ether is substandard, you fugger.

Word Verification: TEATE
12:42 am
Jay said…
Are we having fun yet?
8:27 am
Anonymous said…
Where's the live blog/the web cam/the pornographic equivalent of this movie marathon. I need something to watch too!
12:37 pm
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