A Three Martini Night
5:56 PM on that same Wednesday. I’ve slept. I feel better. I still have nothing to say.
If a person who doesn’t drink much (and who doesn’t smoke at all) drinks a regular martini followed by two Bombay Sapphire martini’s and smokes half a cigar, an interesting biological process will occur. Said process culminating at approximately 2:30 PM the next day with a fascinating display of “dry heaves”.
Don’t ask me how I know this.
Frequently, upon exploring the webbing efforts of others, I am struck with “page envy”. I want a scanner, audio-recording capabilities, a huge hard drive, Adobe PhotoShop & Illustrator, a superfast modem and a whoppingly bigger chunk of HTML knowledge. Whew, if I close my eyes and count to ten, it passes.
The capital of Tuvalu is Funafuti.
— JWR, 1997
EDITOR’S NOTE: The date on this entry (and on all of the “I Have Nothing To Say” entries) has been arbitrarily assigned to preserve the sequence that they were originally posted in. All were written in 1997 but, at that point, I was only identifying my journal’s entries by the time at which they were written.