Last Thursday, after going to OKCMOA’s roof to celebrate Lynne X’s retirement, a group of us went to Cafe do Brazil for dinner. While there, the redoubtable Debster asked me about my “typical” day of retirement. I said the only thing I typically do is go to an AA meeting. That’s true, but what I wished I’d done is sing this great Tom Waits ditty. And, of course, add that it’s pretty clear the Debster doesn’t read this blog or follow me on Twitter or she’d know how boring my life is.

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Blogblah! and I went to see Hangover 2 last night. Neither of us thought it was funny, and I found it depressing. I don’t find anything amusing about shootings, drug overdoses, bodies stuffed in ice coolers, self-mutilation, etc.

This is MCARP’s blog comment about our Memorial Day evening in which we continued our string of intentionally screening bad movies. He was right. Hangover II, in my opinion, was a very bad movie. However, what he doesn’t say is that we went for coffee afterwards and skewered the film for its badness and, to me, that was the point. It wasn’t as bad as Season of the Witch with Nicholas Cage, but nothing will ever top that rotten tomato.

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This Wednesday is not my day. Can’t explain it. I’ve got some new meds and they are doing a very good job of reducing my perceived abdominal pain. A year ago, I was in ICU and I’m grateful for this much recovery and pray I’m never there again. That said, I feel like home-made, hammered shit. I’ve got the don’t want to attitude in spades today. Ah, well. I’ll think about that tomorrow. Tomorrow is another day.

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