The thing with becoming a lazy blogger is... I don't know. I'll think of something to finish that statement at some point.
The thing is, by the time something somewhat interesting happens, like my father's six day stint in the hospital, which isn't so much interesting or important is as much as it is long, it just takes too long for the backstory, and it happens in fits and spurts, and blah blah blah. Whatever.
And every time I post music, my bandwidth is gone within an hour, and I can't liveblog everything, and posting the pictures of cute guys with books covering the good parts is fun, but also leads the blog down a NSFW type of road, and if I get one of those goddamn "Adult Blog" notices on the front page, I'm quitting.
Anyways, the bar across the street from work has the greatest happy hour of all time. Free mussels, hotwings, and cheese platters and half-off martinis, bottles of wine, and tap beers.
If I were still a student, it wouldn't be considered alcoholism. But nowadays....
