Choices

In the long and twisting adventure that is my time after midnight at home, on a friday evening, I faced a choice.

Having no alcohol to call my own and no cigarettes either, I was lacking a modifier.

The choices presented to me were wine and tequila and jack daniels.

The jack daniels would be just fine, but was a birthday present to liz from a close friend.

The wine I couldn't stomache, and would only make me fret.

So, then, I choose tequila.

And put it into cola.

Let's see where these merry-molecules will take me.

I'm feeling musical.



Noz, forgive me for what I have done.



You totally shouldn't leave your alcohol there.



Amen.

Vive La Difference - Mon Derrier.

See, *here's* a quintessential difference between men and women.

Women play **games**.

Men play games.



Liz was playing the "I'm not even slightly horny, but I still want physical and intellectual attention, but you're not going to get any back unless you withdraw yours, then you'll get a little, which will stop again as soon as you pay me attention again" **game**.


I picked up my Palm Pilot and played Tetris.