Tuesday night, 6th Ave at 4th St.
One of the saddest days at work ever today. Heather’s last day. The girl from the American gothic pic at the holiday party. One of my best friends. We drank beer and smoked cigarettes at an old fashioned Belgian ale house on 4th St. Then we hugged good bye. Then I went out with Tommy and got hammered.
Heather came to my desk today to talk and we did just that. She checked my stitches and noted that the surgeon had left a long thread that might be bothering me. She offered to cut it. That’s fucking sweet. Even though I said that I didn’t want her and a pair of scissors within a mile of my spine.
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Are you coming to Fla?
Alabama, maybe. Fla, not quite immediately.
Eww. Sorry to hear that.
I'm trying to get out of it by doing the required work by remote. But still looking to hit Fla for some kind of a chill out 6-day weekend. I could use the sun, all skin cancer concerns aside. I'd normally hit Vegas or Cabo, but I don't feel like spending $5000 just to get buzzed and tan these days.
Call me if and when you get into town.
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