so, i have a parade meeting tomorrow at 12:30... am supposed to go to lunch with one of the girls afterwards... right now i am feeling like having one soda downstairs at the shillelagh's and then heading home to sleep...
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on a not that sad, but kinda yeowch-shocking-note:
this guy woke up on the subway with a steak knife in him
gotta love the line:
"The wound did not require surgery, but Agapinan says it may speed up his plans to move out of the city."
i would have already been packing my things before the tip of the blade was pulled out of my chest...
... nah... who am i kidding? i didn't move out of philly after i was mugged at knifepoint (and sliced behind my ear) - nor did i move out of jersey city in 98 when i was stalked and followed into the park near my brownstone where the guy grabbed my arm and attempted to kiss me... where i somehow found the wits to use the heel of my palm and jammed his chin, then kneed the groin, then kicked him behind his knee as he was doubled over causing the jackass to fall to the ground where i kicked him 3 times in the stomach before running like a bat out of hell out of there...
never saw him again.
anyway... just took fresh nyQuil... hitting the hay.

