A beautiful Sunday morning. One of the virtues of a eastward facing bed room is that the day is there tapping you on the shoulder, tipping its hand as to what kind of day it will be. Today's sun put me in a good mood because it was so great, but it also made it possbile to roll over and wake up two hours later, feeling the best I felt all week. The Buffalo News was almost readable. I was able to forgive myself for being too lame and tardy for missing the Tom Waits thingy at Neitzche's last night.

Too bad tomorrow is a back to work day.

I'm done. It's been a long month this week. I got involved in my first post marriage series of dating and neither one of us felt there was much there there, especially with work clamping onto my ankle and not letting go.

I got the fun of working my company's kiosk at the arena during the Sabres game on Wednesday and 13 hour workdays are just no fun. Got to chase two dorks away from dropping bad porn on two pcs in the room. Only thing worse than being a dweeb is a bouncer therein.

But one day later, I felt compelled to go back to my monastical lifestyle. I think after plenty of sleep I may emerge for the Tom Waits thingy at Nietzche's on Saturday.

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Let it play, gives a new perspective to TNT's fixation with The Shawshank Redemption.

The following is an exchange of correspondence between a customer and Irish Rail:

Gentlemen,
I have been riding trains daily for the last two years, and the service on your line seems to be getting worse every day. I am tired of standing in the aisle all the time on a 14-mile trip. I think the transportation system is worse than that enjoyed by people 2,000 years ago.
Yours truly,
Patrick Finnegan

Dear Mr. Finnegan,
We received your letter with reference to the shortcomings of our service and believe you are somewhat confused in your history. The only mode of transportation 2,000 years ago was by foot.
Sincerely,
Larnrod Eireann.

Gentlemen,
I am in receipt of your letter, and I think you are the ones who are confused in your history. If you will refer to the Bible, Book of David, 9th Chapter, you will find that Balaam rode to town on his ass. That, gentlemen, is something I have not been able to do on your train in the last two years!
Yours truly,
Patrick Finnegan

I said "Royale with Cheese"