9/15/2003 11:27:28 PM|||Travis|||

Oh the price of intamacy.

I had a great weekend. Now there is a cold sore on my lip, but its ok. The sting reminds me of the pleasure of each kiss.

I must say that my mood was top rate, and it is becoming apparent that the bartender has tons of status in a bar. Especially when the bar is small, like the radison. And when its your job to entertain people. Although its not written in the Raddison manuel, I see no reason why I can't continue to entertain these people back at "Club Travis"

Saturday night was the best, I felt extrememly poetic (maybe the pot helped). It was as if each string of sentences I made should have been in a book. And my true values were shinning through. It was her who mentioned that I sounded like I was into the movie Waking Life. That was great because I love that movie and what it tried to teach. She picked up on that.

But damn, that takes a lot out of you. No sleep for two days takes its toll.

And what is with the three day lull in my blogger posts? Who knows. I guess the to-do list is pilling up.. but thats not it. Maybe I have just run out of stuff to say.

Doubtfull.

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