troma and conway and sam and tim visited...troma slept on a chair outside.
aww he was out like a baby. He had half a box of nachos in his lap, which I promptly devoured.
I also slept on the couch next to him for some asinine reason, I figured the porch can become a lonely place come sunrise.
However, I think this turned out to be among my more ill-advised maneuvers of the weekend,
as it resulted in a near comatose state for the rest of the day
I didn't make it out that night.
this is especially disappointing as my weekends are now at somewhat of a premium. working full time sucks ass, I went from
sleeping until noon everyday and chasing goodtimes well into the night to waking up when the sun first begins its assault on my blinds.
this pleasure is followed by fortyfive minutes in front of the steering wheel and several hours in front of a computer.
one good thing though, I listen to a lot of stand up comedy, and I spend half my time at work reading one liners.
I'll be butchering many of these jokes at parties in no time
earlier in the night...car bombs off the garbage bin...ewww
then later Dina's friend molly schmoked me out.
getting high with strangers can be a socially treacherous occasion for me. I don't smoke much these days,
so when I do its a hollywood type buzz with me giggling at anything remotely funny.
that goofiness coupled with the the vast quantities of cheap beer coursing through my veins
can make for an embarrassing soliloquy courtesy of yours truly.