The Time Is Never Right -or- These Words Are Never Right

Quick one here. I've only got 6 minutes. I gotta make it count.

I need to leave in 6 minutes to meet Jeff Bean over at the Indian for some pool and a beer or two. From there I will come home, and then head to Downingtown with Brian. We're going to see Pat, Kristen, and Kyle... it's the youngsters birthday, so we're gonna get him all liquored up and then head to the mall to chase girls... should be quite the event.

I'm looking forward to going. I haven't seen Pat in forever, I haven't seen Kirsten in forever, and I've only met the Gomer Kyle once. I got him a stuffed Papa Smurf for his birthday, I hope he digs it. I also got my cat a small mouse filled with catnip. He's not too stoked on that, actually, I kind of think he resents me for it. "What? You don't think I could kill one of these myself? Foolish human." I know he's going to kill me, I'm just not sure how.

Last night Drew, Maria, Jaime, Emily and I went to Hattrick's to have a few drinks and enjoy good company. We ended up staying later than I thought we would, but afterwards we stopped at the grocery store and got the makings for some tacos. I forgot to get the taco seasoning, so we kind of needed to wing it. All in all, i think it was a marginal success. I farted and pooped this morning, so that means the plumbing is still in check.

Shit! I gotta go, I've overshot my timeframe, and now grumpy old Jeff is going to get all grumpy and old all over the place. Enough about me for the day...

Maybe I'll get to see someone later... i might be OK with that.