A proper post this time

Hey so it's been quite some time since I did a proper post on this thing. I really did mean to do this regularly but the mix of going out all the time and then being lazy once I had the chance kinda got in the way. But hey, going out and having a life, these are good things, so at the very least there's that. Though I do want to do this thing regularly, and I also do want to be practicing guitar, and working on the outline of my script. The outline by the way, is almost finished in my head, on paper though I'm still trying to sort out what events go where, and yada yada. Still it's just an outline and I have a month and a half until I actually have to start writing this thing, so I've got a healthy start on that.
So anyways on to the events of my day. Last night was kinda crappy because Zach's fucking snoring kept me up for like an hour last night. So I let myself sleep an extra twenty minutes, got up, rushed out the door, and went to work. Work today was pretty fucking boring, I spent the entirety of it fixing little mistakes in the folk song book, so it wasn't all that stimulating. Also at lunch I had the saltiest french fries ever, it was disgusting. Also I found out at work that there was yet another book launch tonight, and I got peer pressured into going to it. So after work I headed over with people from work to a book store to launch Men Alone, Men Together which is about the lives of various men in different types of homosexual relationships. So the crowd wasn't quite my scene. There was also one really awkward/terrible moment, where my boss introduced me to this one old lady and there was a piece of the conversation that went like this
Lady 1: so you live in new york
Me: Yes
Lady 2: Oh that's nice.
Me: mhm
Lady 2 Everyone loves New York
Lady 1: Not everyone, the people who drove the planes for instance.
Me:......
I mean what the hell, how is that an exceptable thing to say to anyone let alone a New Yorker you have only just met? So I got out of there as fast as possible and made my way home. Got to the apartment, had a small dinner, and went out to pool night. We played four games, and the first three I did pretty terribly. The last though I was beasting, just doing really great. It came down to just me and Oren, one ball left each, and I lost. It was terrible, also there was a strange moment about a strange woman asking me what I wanted to get tattooed on my ass, but any attempt to tell that story would be infinitely less funny than leaving it open. So Zach and I are back in the apartment, Oren is out consoling Sarah, whose father is threatening to take her out of the New Zealand program and ship her back home. I shall work on the outline for a bit now, hopefully finish the plans for issue three, then watch some Torchwood.