Last night, I went with Dave, and Dave, and Sarah and Gregg to Legends. Somewhere since the conversation has come up that Legends is a dumb name for a bar ... White Horse, Murphys, Joes, Cochranes - which sounds a bit like "cock ring" ... but Legends?
My opinion is that Legends lacks in funk. It's not funky enough for me. Cochranes, with its tiny cramped dance floor and all, now that has some funk to it, but Legends seems appropriate for old people, or something.
As tends to happen when we're at a bar, we played darts. I like the electronic dart board which does all the thinking for you. All I gotta do is aim and shoot, and appreciate a little company.
Tue Mar 31 00:49:08 CST 1998
So, Morris came by while I was working and offered me Pokey Sticks. I feel quite gorged. Ungh, or something. Morris got hisself a government job for the summer working on Cave applications at Argonne. He showed me his project he's working on right now where you enter chemical formulas and it gives you a three-dimensional plot of the molecule.
Yeah, that last sentance wasn't right.
Wise men say, only fools rush in,
But I can't help, falling in love, with youElvis Presley
In other news, Jeong and Jonathan broke up, again, but for real this time. I got an email back from Asao about the long email I sent her. She explained once again ... well, I needn't get into that, frankly, the issue is now done beyond death, and there's nothing more to come of it.
March Madness, it's called. If your relationship survived the month intact, thank your deities. If you still understand what's going on in your life, well ... gee, what's your secret?
Well, nothing's particularly changed with me. Same old same old, more or less, somewhat.
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