and so here i am six minutes away from midnight wondering if i am the only person awake here in Humble. I know at the very least there is an old blonde Lab panting like every breath might be his last sitting right next to me. Ever since G Jr. left to join the army, the old boy has decided that hanging with me is allright.

Just had two marvelous pieces of cheese toast (bread with butter and slivers of sharp cheddar cheese broiled to perfection) and finishing off a margarita i have been nursing for two and a half hours...nice cheesy stuff.

I was just thinking about how much i like having a blog...my boss says it is all about vanity: publicly displaying ones metaphorical dirty look-at-me-looky-looky undies for the world to see, as if the world would give a ratsass... i like it because it is the only journal I have kept for this amount of time and still been able to locate it. Although it is not a literary work of art, it IS capturing the random snippets of monologue one has with oneself throughout the day, of which at any given time someone might encounter and perhaps intersect with by adding some of their own random stuff, making happy random dialog... not to mention, what i will, sometimes it is just nice to have a reference as to precisely when one was cheesy-buttery-toasty-tequila-happy on any given night in their life.