En Route To Ruin.

I'm zipping along the tracks on the 8:45 out to Fitchburg. Jim is picking me up in Lincoln, after which we'll spend another in a long line of evenings getting silly at the Red House. Saturday, we're all headed down to Newport for Harko's bachelor party. Golf in the afternoon, and Foxwoods in the evening. Gambling and golf are two things at which I most certainly do not excel, and I fully expect to return to Boston Sunday night with a sore back, a light wallet and a stab wound. And a new stripper girlfriend who is extremely mad at her father for something.

Jeeps the train's speaker is friggin' loud. Maybe I shouldn't have sat right underneath it. Must be great for the hearing impaired, though. And perhaps even better at actually making healthy people hearing impaired. I have noticed many such trade-offs during my strange life so far. Like that one about tits and bulls.

You know what this laptop needs? A video game. I need to find a decent distraction for these long periods of internetless travel. Maybe a Tetris clone or one of those Nintendo emulators where you can play old cartridge ROMs on your PC. Yep - me, the open road and Rush N' Attack. A winning combination if ever one existed.. Unless of course I ever plan on sleeping with a woman again.