It's Friday afternoon and all I am doing

It's Friday afternoon and all I am doing is staring at the piles of work on my desk. My thoughts keep turning to this

amazing game some of my friends made up. It requires a badminton birdie, lighter fluid, matches, a fire extinguisher & 2

bowling balls. there's little to no chance of getting the security deposit back on my apartment after kirk

did his best "Dude" impersonation. Donnie was already out of his element, but now so was Kirk. He should never have

served them the waldorff salad before the shrimp cocktail. Miss manners would have a aneurysm if she knew

that the money her father spent for this gala event could have been used for a longer hospital stay. He had given her

nothing in all the years since he left her mom for the crazy bag lady from the alley. She decided that forgiveness was best, and for the sake of her children called him. "Dad? I am

not sure how to tall you this, but I'm moving back to town. If you'd like to meet up with me -- maybe have coffee? -- I'll be at..." but the machine cut me off before I could

correct his grammar error. All girls keep a "list" of all their past lovers. He was one of the names I wished were not on mine. I shudder to even think about it now. So I

lifted the bottle, dropped in a few amphetamines and started chipping away at my long term memory. By the morning, I couldn't remember my own name, or how I woke up with a