OK, so I’m home at 10pm on a Friday. Drinking a Bud Select (last one from the party I threw 3 months ago!) and a sidecar of Woodford on the rocks, of course. Can’t go to the bars because it’s snowing. Unacceptable. (BTW- that took me three tries to spell correctly.) Listening to Lucinda Williams’ “Those Three Days.” How much more depressing can it get? I’ve e-mailed everyone I know on Myspace. This is lame!