Oh, Hell No.

Really.

What did I just catch myself ALMOST responding to? A CL ad by the evil ex boy.

OTOH, he posted it on Saturday night at 11 pm. Good to know his social life is as exciting as mine.

Let us see - the long weekend. Hung w/ the Moms. My dad & sis won't take her anywhere and she's stuck in the house all the time. I did go back to the city to go to a friend from the old job's par-tay.

I drank way too many $3 Summits. I think I'm still hung over. However, I befriended an alcoholic ticket broker who lives at Murphy's Bleachers. I can go to the crosstown with him @ Wrigley. Hmmm...he's 50, an alcoholic w/ a suspended license for a DUI, lives in the ticket brokers office AND...AND.... he's got a thing for some chick in Atlanta. I just listened.

I think I'm going to try my luck at the book exchange on thursday night. But, I do have his card if my Zoloft suddenly wears off.

OK - get this...I have to pick 15 books to exchange @ the Hideout on thursday. I have more than enough - but then you have to contemplate which ones. What do my books say about me? What to I want my books to say about me?

Not to mention - why oh why is Printers Row this weekend? And I get a big ass check?

Just say no. Maybe I can meet a cute boy who will go with me on Sunday? That could be cool.