Can the Adults Please Smoke? Part 24, Drunk on Guinness — Page 160

As a playwright myself, I feel that I can say this with impunity:

I HATE playwrights!

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Updated On: 8/7/08 at 10:06 PM

No, I LOVE me. I just had a rough day at work. Check your email, you'll find out why.

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to Deet re my av.

If I'd thought of it sooner, it would've been better. It was a quick cut/paste job this morning.

Shira, I share that sentiment about letting people know I care/love them. I think I got a few of them worried!

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Updated On: 8/7/08 at 10:16 PM

YWIW - I am so sorry I haven't been able to send my thoughts for Stoli! pebbles and oreo send you snuggles and coos! My many thoughts to you. When we lost Buddy it felt like we lost the world, it is a very very tough time and I send the best wishes to you!

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Hi Tink & Taz.

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It's only 1:09. Not yet! When it hits 4 am, then I'm screwed.

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Hey tink

::higs::

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i've always wanted a hig. :)

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I feel a little helpless too tink, but I kinda don't want to say a lot here b/c I'm hoping this board can be an escape of sorts for you.
So, just know I love you and you're in my thoughts.

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that is so typical of the tink I know and love.

I mean to nudge, but are we still on for a dungeon session soon? I feel like I need a little discipline.

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This just seems so appropriate to, well, just everything right now:

As we stumble along
on life's funny journey.
As we stumble along
into the blue.
We look here and we look there.
Seeking answers anywhere.
Never sure of where to turn or what to do.

Still we bumble our way
through life's crazy labrynth.
Barely knowing left from right
nor right from wrong.
And the best that we can do
is hope a blue bird,
will sing his song
as we stumble along.

It's a dismal little world in which we live.
It can bore you till you've nothing left to give.
Seven overrated wonders, sever underwhelming seas.
Six excrusciating continants.
Antarctica. Oh please!
But you musent let it lick you
this planet oh so bland.
Keep your eyeball on the highball
in your hand.

As we stumble along
'cross life's crowded dance floors.
As we push and we shove
we live and we learn.
And when we finally leave the bar,
And we see that morning star,
we pull our boot straps up
and homeward turn.

Then we stumble away
through dawns blinding sunbeams.
Barely knowing right from right
nor left from wrong.
But as long as we can hear that little blue bird
There'll be a song
as we stumble along.
As we stumble,
bumble,
fumble,
plumble,

As we stumble along.

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National eat most of a cake and leave a piece behind for others Day?

Off to work - I get my computer back today! See you all later -

(and can I just say that this sad week can't end soon enough?)