Wheee

It’s hard to describe my day. I’ve partied with many, many people, in 2 separate zip codes. I’ve eaten meat, drunk of the malt, the hops, and the cane.

I live.

I’ve spoken with store clerks, accountants, designers, authors, firemen, policemen, and drunks.

And through all of it, I’m not in any trouble whatsoever. In fact, I’m in a unique position to help folks; one I’m not normally in at all.

Yay, me.

A full account of today may come in a few days. but for now, I’m tipsy, verging on hammered.

And likely to recover, but not before the alarm goes off.

Wheee, Indeed.