There are 19 business days left in my contract, not counting today.

 

I'd said that I wouldn't replace the booze until after the contract was over, but the Redhead hasn't been sleeping well, and I needed an excuse, so I bought a bottle of Jameson and a bottle of Patron yesterday. And a bottle of Craggan. And a bottle of Jager. And I rented four DVDs of Doctor Who. Two from the old Tom Baker series, and the first two discs of Season 1 of the new series.

 

Four fingers of scotch and several orgasms later, she slept and only woke up twice the whole night. I told her that she needs to call her doctor about getting something to help her sleep. And I'm not just talking about Valerian Root, either. Something that will bring the hammer down and let her sleep through the night.

 

I went to the Costal Kitchen last night. Served by a VERY cute waitress. Beautiful smile, kinky dark hair, dark eyes. I was SO glad that she had to stand in front of me in order to lean across the table while serving the table to my left. The servers recommended a white wine called Evolution. I killed the bottle over three hours and the last remaining Robert E. Howard boxing stories. I decided not to be Nicholas Cage in Leaving Las Vegas, or embarass myself by flirting in an inebriated state.