i'm not sure why i'm writing this entry- i haven't anything good to say. maybe i just like the idea of closing my day- my bearable, slightly hungover, lame friday night, shitty cable of a day- with an entry. it just seems so doogie howser and shit. doogie howser always had a lesson learned, life saved, or moral for you. i've got nothing but the same stuff.

the previous entry was alcohol fueled, can you tell? i came home after a work thingie, where our dinner bill was almost a grand. 4 bottles of wine. nice. i suppose happiness is it's own form of inspiration- but rather than make me want to create things, it just makes me want to live more/better. whatever, with a serious wah-wah up in here.

oh, and i had ice cream for dinner tonight. nice.