2004-07-17 - 5:10 a.m.

It's 5:10 am.

I spent three hours in the ER tonight. And two hours tryin to help a roomie.

I keep telling myself that my presence was needed/made a difference.

But in the end, I think I only did it to make myself feel more useful/important. That said, the bar opened tonight, things went well (minus the trip to the ER) and I'm nowwhere closer to making since out of any of this.

Troy says I won't last another 60 days. I'm pretty sure he meant at the bar, but it sounds kinda ominous regardless, non?

If I only had 60 days, heres what I'd do:

5) Obligatory family reunion. Prolly a b-bque or hoedown.

4) Travel. See it all.

3) Eat. Eat it all.

2) Write. Document this so called life.

1) Bone the Olsen Sisters.

Ha, just when you thought I was gonna be serious and thoughtful...

You got punked.

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