offically drunk. 4 shots of $9 dollar vodka, risk, and friends. first time, maybe the last... no appeal. just makes me tired. what about the loss of inhibitions? what about making me a wild and crazy guy? none of that. would have been easier, more able, to get up and dance sober than sitting on a couch half asleep with liquer in my gut. thanks to the guys for watching out for me, peterson, schmack, whalen and nack... old friends old acquaintences, old people i kind of knew. not old, but you get the picture, not enough knowledge, sticking my foot in my mouth, ummm, can i get a crowbar to get it out? certain couples look good together. kristen and ted, good example. i'm happy for them when i see them holding hands, walking down the sidewalk. that's sweet, and cute. very black and white picturesque with only colored flowers, that kind of cute. but other couples, yuck. make me ill. i'm guessing seeing jenni with her new beau would be a bad couple for me to see. or jen and whatever his name is. simple because i liked/loved one of the individuals in that couple. takes any sweetness out of the coupleness, or expressions of coupleness. oh, well played. time and time again, mission statements, memos, emails, web pages. what do'st it all come down to in the end, mere words. simply letters joined in groupings, placed on a medium to be read, comprehended, and understood, repetative, i know.