2005-03-05 - 7:41 p.m.
I emailed Workguy at one point during this particularly horrendous work-week to enquire as to whether he had any spare cyanide capsules he could let me have. He did not, but suggested that since his gf was out of town and he was at loose ends I should put off committing suicide to take him to the Friday night latin dancing and drag show at El Convento Rico.
Workguy proves to be a surprisingly enthusiastic and wiggly dancer. He liked the drag queens. And I think I may still be drunk.
