What a wonderful beginning - I start blogging on a Saturday (my first attempt at "diaratising" since 1993's dismal failure), make 3 daily posts, and then disappear for 2 days! Well, it's okay - I was damned busy. Actually, I have been thinking on and off since last night how best to approach describing my activities of the previous days in this forum.

I spent a few hours with Timmy last night, droning on about my life for the last 3 weeks since the last time she was updated. It wasn't that I was being boring, simply that the noteworthy events that have occurred in the last while have been both numerous and complicated. Couple that with the almost painfully detailed (though generally amusing) manner in which I recount such episodes, and you'd have a twenty-page document. Now, I'm not going to delve into the events of the past three weeks here - they fall into the "pre-blog" period and therefore I feel no responsibility to spend the inordinate amount of time it would take to convert them from "memorical" to a more digitally perusable format.

However, this still leaves me with the daunting task of trying to sum up the events of the past two days (well, mostly just Tuesday evening, since last night was basically just dinner with Timmy and the detailing of previous events). In addition, we have stumbled upon the problem that is my greatest vice: digression. In order to explain some of Tuesday's happenings, it is necessary to pop back a little further in time and give some background. Of course, you then run the risk of getting yourself into a recursive loop, and end up spiraling back to the beginning of time itself!

Of course, this only occurs because I feel it's necessary to provide the background. What if I didn't? Could I not just find some way around the part that "needs" the background? Well, yes. But if I did, I would no longer have a digression problem, and I feel it's important for everyone to have at least one flaw.

So, without any further ado, I present to you "Tuesday Night":
I had fun.

No, sorry, that's all you're going to get. I could regale you with tales of drunkenness, a prosaic essay or two on the various merits of kissing and/or throwing lettuce pee on attractive women, or even provide a detailed analysis of youth's electronic "counter-culture" gone mainstream, but let's just leave it at a good night with good friends and good tunes.

Good? Good.