I’m in Tampa for a Windows 2000 training class.
I’ve been here for 2 days already and I’m bored out of my mind and decided to get drunk. The cheesy hotel that my company booked for me doesn’t even have a bar so I went to Publix after class today and bought some wine. Screw top, since I don’t have a cork screw. No refridgerator so I couldn’t buy beer. I bought some really yucky Sutter Home Chardonnay and drank it all. Now, it’s only 7:54 and I’m already drunk and I want more wine but I can’t drive and I don’t have any cigarrettes and I’m watching Hollywood squares. How sad is that?
So, here’s what I have to share that’s mundane and pointless (besides the above information).
I named my band Velvet Jones without ever having seen or heard of the Saturday Night Live character portrayed by Eddie Murphy. Now there’s another band in the area with the same name and they are getting better gigs. But my band has a CD and they don’t.
I’m secretly in love with Scylla.
I worry all the time about my daughter, who just got her learner’s permit, because I have already buried two daughters and I’m not going to have any more. I know what it feels like to lose a child (times 2). Parents should never outlive their children.
I cry all the time when I think of all the shit that’s happened and all the people who have lost someone they love.
I lurk on this message board all the time and read with enthusiasm what all of you have to say but never have the nerve to contribute because I can’t think of anything intelligent to say. Guess I have to be drunk to do it.
I have this unexplainable urge to know what we, as americans, did to piss off the terrorists because I have an unrealistic wish to make things better so they will just leave us the fuck alone because things are very scary right now and I don’t want any more people to die.
I’m old and sentimental and foolish and I love all of you.
I’m very sorry that I had to get drunk to make my first post.