Sunday, October 28, 2001

Sean Connery has a drinking problem. This may sound like the rambling of a name-dropping lunatic to anyone that didn’t attend last nights party at Murphy Towers but trust me it is the truth. I believe that the medical terminology for my condition last night is DRUNK. I have no idea exactly how this happened but I’m ready for suggestions. At some point I shifted into “Bowling Pace” and that was my downfall. Those that were monitoring my intake reported some disturbing numbers but I have decided not to print these fictitious accusations. I know they are not far off because I shared some beer and finger food with the toilet when I got home and felt generous again in the morning. I have had a rough day but my lovely wife has been great. It could be the fact that the sixty some dollars I won has magically disappeared but it always helps to cover the cost of the baby sitter. I was allowed to sleep half the day away but I still fell off. I cant even concentrate very well at this point so I’m in trouble when Liza goes to work at 4:00. I’m going to try and get another half hour nap. I need to make a blanke apology to anyone that I may have offended last night. This is especially true for those of you that wanted to argue with Sean Connery, again sorry. 12:00:00 AM    says you