Rannulph Junnah: Now, the question on the table is how drunk is drunk enough? And the answer is that it's all a matter of brain cells
Hardy Greaves: Brain cells?
Rannulph Junnah: That's right Hardy. You see every drink of liquor you take kills a thousand brain cells. Now that doesn't much matter 'cos we got billions more. And first the sadness cells die so you smile real big. And then the quiet cells go so you just say everything real loud for no reason at all. That'ok, that's ok because the stupid cells go next, so everything you say is real smart. And finally, come the memory cells. These are tough sons of bitches to kill.
(Source: Legend of Bagger Vance)
It’s been a challenge lately, I’ve taken a break from a lot of my outside of work, outside of play duties, and now I’m just getting back into them. It’s like I have a lot of free time, but I don’t want to commit time that I don’t want to commit. I went to a meeting last night, and after just one meeting I was like, listen, I’m going to start leaving after 90 minutes, meetings that go on for 3 hours are unacceptable.
I didn’t renew my car insurance, so any cars I crash from here on out, they’re just lost.
Really excited about the concert on Friday, can’t express my excitement in words.
This is supposedly some type of Kappa weekend in DC, I have a tradition… when it’s not a weekend of an organization I’m a part of, I tend to fall off the face of the planet. I’m not paying $40 to get into some Kappa party this weekend. I’m no Kappa and not a Kappa groupie either.
You will probably see me in Adams this weekend.
I’m teetering on the brink of the Black History Month… (I call Black History Month when Dr. J decides that it’s pointless for him to go out and he starts staying in all the time. Only stepping out to low key events where there are no people who might know him at.)
Today on the train I see three small Asian kids, I think they were Filipino. They were knocked out from Silver Spring until Gallery Place, I’m thinking to myself, where did these kids come from?
This fat lady on the train today is going to stand in the doorway and lean on the glass. I felt so sorry for that glass. That sumbitch was squeaking from Fort Totten until Metro Center.
I hate the humidity in DC, it’s just overwhelming at times.
I’m trying to think of a nice Fall vacation spot. I have a wedding to go to in the Outer Banks in the early fall. Perhaps, I’ll just extend my time there. I also might want to check out New Orleans… I don’t know. Chances are I end up right back in Atlanta.
Lig and Gig.