One of them had a beer with her mom, and then a martini with dinner, and then another beer. That is a total of three drinks, one of which involved hard liquor.
The other one wached Criminal Minds, and then three (3) installments of Ghost Whisperer on HD-TV. That amounts to a total of x hours of television in one night, x being a figure I can’t begin to contemplate. This is after she did not complete the Sudoku puzzle her mother put before her. She feigned a headache, which turned into a real one—because the numerals had no characters, and therefore there way no way to guess the real killer/figure.
Which one of these people should feel more guilty? I regard them both as, basically, the dregs of humanity.
And stuff.
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Last night I had a large beer, a medium flask of Saki, a vodka on the rocks and watched three episodes of CSI Miami, 2 of Criminal Minds, and an HBO movie I’ve already forgotten — some Gen Z comedy.
During the same time I also blogged about 20-30 items on my main page, my sidebar, and Tumblr.
Has our lovely flame died?