bloody hell, the yanks are down 3-0 in the top of the 9th... crap...
tonight i am going to coffee blue in belmar... my friend pat is performing... should be a swell time, haven't seen him and a few other folks in a number of years...
but first, i have to head out for a drink with folks from work - i swear i am only spending 10 minutes tops... because it's for a guy that's leaving... no one really wants to go... this is the guy who wrote the lovely note for the girl having the baby here... so today's his last day...
the thing is, i hadn't planned on going, but i've been guilted into it... then i have to drive my buddy fred down to the cheesequake reststop (that's no problem)... then i have to take mom to the mechanic to drop off her car... then i have to meet up with someone at 8:30 at coffee blue...
will i make it? barring any traffic (please god, no traffic, please) i think i will do okay... even though i have no idea what the hell i am wearing and still have to iron and my hair is looking pathetic... and my windshield may shatter on the ride home... that's all...
i may be tired later.

