Okay, lets see where I'm at...
Its almost 6am, my head is still on midnight-shift, I'm trying to get drunk but it's not working. I have a few days off, but I'm not terribly interested in going out. Sunday Night Football will probably bring a nice crowd of drunk jocks to my bar, and their intolerable women. New bar. Fuckin' hate it there. The ever present horniness is building to a dangerous level. I should take care of that, but I won't. I like being jacked up on testosterone. All I can say about that is it's a good thing some chicks like it when their tits bounce. Now I just gotta find one. Yeah, right. Bacon rules. Last bowl, half-beat. Gotta do some clothes. Marlboro Virginia Blend's are pretty good. I've got about fifty lottery tickets from the past year and I never checked a-one of 'em, I just know they didn't hit the Big Payout, so I never bothered. The Weatherman is a pretty good movie. Then I made the mistake of watching clips from Leaving Las Vegas, unfathomable reasons I haven't fully identified. Calling my refrigerator "disorganized" would like be calling an aircraft carrier "big". I should get a dartboard and the corresponding darts, and use them. Or a pool table. But they're big. A pinball machine wouldn't be impossible. That'd be the shit, then I wouldn't do this so much. You can never have too many measuring tapes. Its quite possible my favorite thing in the world is sand, inanimate objects, that is. Closely followed by paper. One time, I walked home from the bar, in through the back door into a kitchen. Took off my coat, closed the door, and ripped the phone off the kitchen wall and crushed it to pieces in my hands like I was snapping a tree branch then threw them on the floor and stomped the shit out of it. Then I told the woman who I was living with to never call me at the bar again. All of the plants out on my balcony are dead. I need a new belt. The air conditioner in this room is almost worthless, but not quite. I like giving people with no lighters a pack of matches from a strip club. If I learned one this summer, it's this: You can't get a tan at night. Guitar lessons are starting to sound like a good thing again. My book source delivered Grapes of Wrath, and hit me with a bonus book called Into The Wild by Jon Kramer. Looks good. Sun's almost up - whatever. I guess I'm done.
I'll stick with my #2 vote.