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One more drink and then goodbye
Nov. 8th, 2009 01:13 am
Currently at Toronto Pearson: 10. High today: 16. And I wasn't outside for none of it! Geez.
It's NaDruWriNi, kids. I am going to ask my kids on Monday if they did NaDruWriNi. I am, seriously. And NaNoWriMo too. I like asking my kids things. I never know what they're going to say. Kids say the damnedest things.
I don't know if I've got any more in me. I mean, I don't know how much more I can drink. I kind of like the one I did last time--I mean, the last time I did it. I'm surprised I didn't do it last year. I hadn't looked at it since. I see that was the night I read No Country for Old Men. How about that. I said things about things I'd be looking for in the movie, which I didn't. Oh well.
The rules (which I only know of by way of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
the_siobhan) say that I must tell you what I am drinking. Well, I started off with uncut Pumpkin Ale, which I must tell you is really good beer as far as I'm concerned. And then tetsab (who only exists on NaDruWriNi) made some frozen margaritas, and then I've been drinking, uh, tequila and Cointreau and fake 7-Up and lemon juice (because we ran out of lime juice) and so forth. Lemon Margaritas, let's say.
The rules also say that I must not edit anything. Well, let's say that I was too Dru to remember that rule, for a while, anyway. You'll see where I remembered it.
You know, Socrates says, in the Republic, that the philosopher needs a good memory. He says it again and again, so you'll remember. He doesn't say why, but I'll tell you why: because if you don't have a good memory, then everything is just one damn thing after another. You can't see the forms if you don't remember anything. (Maybe I've said that before; I forget.)
Well, anyway, here's something, ( the beginning of something I've been meaning to write for a long time.... )
It's NaDruWriNi, kids. I am going to ask my kids on Monday if they did NaDruWriNi. I am, seriously. And NaNoWriMo too. I like asking my kids things. I never know what they're going to say. Kids say the damnedest things.
I don't know if I've got any more in me. I mean, I don't know how much more I can drink. I kind of like the one I did last time--I mean, the last time I did it. I'm surprised I didn't do it last year. I hadn't looked at it since. I see that was the night I read No Country for Old Men. How about that. I said things about things I'd be looking for in the movie, which I didn't. Oh well.
The rules (which I only know of by way of
the_siobhan) say that I must tell you what I am drinking. Well, I started off with uncut Pumpkin Ale, which I must tell you is really good beer as far as I'm concerned. And then tetsab (who only exists on NaDruWriNi) made some frozen margaritas, and then I've been drinking, uh, tequila and Cointreau and fake 7-Up and lemon juice (because we ran out of lime juice) and so forth. Lemon Margaritas, let's say.The rules also say that I must not edit anything. Well, let's say that I was too Dru to remember that rule, for a while, anyway. You'll see where I remembered it.
You know, Socrates says, in the Republic, that the philosopher needs a good memory. He says it again and again, so you'll remember. He doesn't say why, but I'll tell you why: because if you don't have a good memory, then everything is just one damn thing after another. You can't see the forms if you don't remember anything. (Maybe I've said that before; I forget.)
Well, anyway, here's something, ( the beginning of something I've been meaning to write for a long time.... )
