i'm not lovin' it

2006.11.18 14.18

I'm sitting in the McDonald's off West Road and the Sam Houston Tollway. I was lured here by the promise of free internet access. They don't have that, but $2.95 for two hours isn't bad. I brought a giant sack of mail that I need to go through along with my laptop. There is no little park for kids to play in here. Instead, there's a tube shaped object with multicolored built-in Nintendo consoles with accompanying monitor encircling it. The outside of the store markets Free Nintendo! There's kids crowded around it staring blankly at the screen like cute little video game zombies. Kids can also play two-player on one console, so that group of kids (the two-player zombies) play split screen and yell obscenities (in Spanish) at each other. I'll take some camera phone pictures and post. What you are lucky to be missing is the bongo and flute music that has been playing endlessly over the sound system here. This music would be more appropriate in a bathroom or the elevator or while you're on hold waiting for a conference call to start. It is driving me slowly insane... except I'm so hung over from last night that I'm making an exception.

About last night... I'm here at McDonald's because I'm recovering from partying at Number's Night Club. For some reason I broke the Ancient Rules Of Mark by 1) drinking a mixed drink instead of beer and 2) smoking. I *never* smoke. I have probably smoked 110 cigarettes ever -- mostly back in college when I was hanging out with my smoker buddies. Since that time I've had girlfriends that smoked while I acquiesced. This morning I've been going through massive nicotine withdrawal. I'm fighting the constant urge to puke -- not easy when you're also sitting in McDonald's. I bought the blandest food I could think of (fries and a fish sandwich). I'm here to look into their internet access, eat bland food, go through withdrawals, and to talk about the evils of partying too hard. Once I recover, my goals this weekend are to move out of my house with the intent of renting it out. This isn't going to well given that I feel like I ate roadkill. To make matters worse, my evening was extended beyond 2 AM when I was invited to an after hours club by That Blonde Girl Wearing Light Up Wires Whose Name Escapes Me Now. The ''club'' was located in an innocent looking house nearby. The hosts were great. The spiced apple rum, however... Ugh. Want to die. I'm actually jealous of the dude who just shot himself at that hospital today.

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Disclaimer: The views and opinions expressed here are my own only and in no way represent the views, positions or opinions - expressed or implied - of my employers both past and present. « venom in spiderman-3 \| Main \| a day at the chronicle » i'm not lovin' it 2006.11.18 14.18 I'm sitting in the McDonald's off West Road and the Sam Houston Tollway. I was lured here by the promise of free internet access. They don't have that, but $2.95 for two hours isn't bad. I brought a giant sack of mail that I need to go through along with my laptop. There is no little park for kids to play in here. Instead, there's a tube shaped object with multicolored built-in Nintendo consoles with accompanying monitor encircling it. The outside of the store markets Free Nintendo! There's kids crowded around it staring blankly at the screen like cute little video game zombies. Kids can also play two-player on one console, so that group of kids (the two-player zombies) play split screen and yell obscenities (in Spanish) at each other. I'll take some camera phone pictures and post. What you are lucky to be missing is the bongo and flute music that has been playing endlessly over the sound system here. This music would be more appropriate in a bathroom or the elevator or while you're on hold waiting for a conference call to start. It is driving me slowly insane... except I'm so hung over from last night that I'm making an exception. About last night... I'm here at McDonald's because I'm recovering from partying at Number's Night Club. For some reason I broke the Ancient Rules Of Mark by 1) drinking a mixed drink instead of beer and 2) smoking. I never smoke. I have probably smoked 110 cigarettes ever -- mostly back in college when I was hanging out with my smoker buddies. Since that time I've had girlfriends that smoked while I acquiesced. This morning I've been going through massive nicotine withdrawal. I'm fighting the constant urge to puke -- not easy when you're also sitting in McDonald's. I bought the blandest food I could think of (fries and a fish sandwich). I'm here to look into their internet access, eat bland food, go through withdrawals, and to talk about the evils of partying too hard. Once I recover, my goals this weekend are to move out of my house with the intent of renting it out. This isn't going to well given that I feel like I ate roadkill. To make matters worse, my evening was extended beyond 2 AM when I was invited to an after hours club by That Blonde Girl Wearing Light Up Wires Whose Name Escapes Me Now. The ''club'' was located in an innocent looking house nearby. The hosts were great. The spiced apple rum, however... Ugh. Want to die. I'm actually jealous of the dude who just shot himself at that hospital today. « venom in spiderman-3 \| Main \| a day at the chronicle »