Forgive me.

But the time has definitely come for me to moderate comments. I'm getting sick and tired of dumb, vague comments from people who don't exist and obviously don't read and goodness knows why they post because they're not even plugging their own websites or anything but probably just fishing for emails or doing some evil thing to Microsoft computer programs which thankfully I never ever use any more than I ever shop at Wal Mart.

Apologies to regulars, it's now gonna take maybe a day for your comments to show up on the blog. It seems I'm always fighting off the crazies and pissing off the regulars -- even online.

Good night, tonight, except for the nightmare-come-true of the backed up urinal. (Worst thing I've ever smelled. *Ever*.) Pool tournament. Fridays are turning into a really big night with a really nice crowd. They follow Chip from bar to bar for years on end.

Stayed late after work mostly listening to Martinique and Paul and Chip strategizing about Pride and Martinique's retirement and elections and the like. Engrossing. I ought to write about it. Someday, maybe. But I've had such a ridiculously long day as it is. Replaced my glasses, did quite well. I am myopic. Got paid at Hartman. Not for much but did need the money.

Got a day job now in the works for next week and might start tomorrow. Haven't written much this week because I'm being pulled quite strongly in two very different directions at once and living it is enough of a challenge sometimes.

Need to try and get five hours sleep now since I slept less than one today, which I think is now yesterday, which is about to be the day before before I know it.