So drunk at Brian's place

I saw Brian again today. He was watching a movie with Rebekah: Batteries Not Included. It's an adventure movie about a girl and her vibrator.

What a quest.

I wonder if Brian enjoyed it? We didn't really talk about it after it was over. I silently put the movie back in its case and rested it on the coffee table, where other movies sat, none worth watching. No movies, anyway. Ren and Stimpy sat there (refer to previous blog entry), and everyone knows that show is the bomb-diggity.

If a tree falls in the forest, and only Brian's there to hear it, does that make it more meaningful once he returns with the tale?

I'll probably see Brian tomorrow, because I am in a habit of drinking so I like to be around friends who don't question my descent into alcoholism. They're good pals.

Goodnight blog. I'm drunk and must piss myself in my sleep before morning, or else I won't feel well-rested. And always remembERL: a police state is a safe state!

Artist's impression of Brian Bear