<%@LANGUAGE="JAVASCRIPT" CODEPAGE="1252"%> Whisky Pants
     
     
     

Look, I'm not doing this for you, but for my own dark and twisted reasons. Oh, and because everyone else is doing it.

 
 

August 26, 2005

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The Alabama Slama is staying with me for a couple days - she is in town for some training. Now, if I had the same amount of energy as she did, this would not be such a big deal. But the woman has the energy of 10 kindergartners and I do not. She seems to think I suffer from chronic fatigue (actually, at the moment, sinus headaches and my period, thankyouverymuch). What she doesn't know is that my family thinks that I have the energy of 10 kindergartners, so they'd probably suspect she has a little nose candy problem since they don't know her as well as I do.

I've considered ways to chill her out a bit... Apparently benadryl just winds her up so that is out. I have one very good bottle of wine on hand, but it should be savored instead of used as a sleeping potion. Also, it appears that whisky can affect her the same way it affects me; it makes us friskier. So, again, not a possibility.

Seriously, it's nearly 11:30 p.m. and she's hauling out today's papers to read. She says she didn't sleep well last night, had a long day of training today, we went to see a John Woo flick at the Freer Gallery tonight (The Killer, in case you're interested), and then I had her stuffed full of Chinese food. And she's still going strong. Is she human? I'm no longer sure. Ideas?

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