Wednesday, April 8, 2009  Clueless to Obvious Signs of
Unemployment  Work is just so hellaciously overwhelming lately
that I needed to take a mental health break. It probably wasn't
the wisest thing for me to do, but I went to the local wine bar
yesterday evening.  I met a handsome guy at the bar and we
started up a conversation. The conversation flowed easily and we
seemed to have a lot in common. We both love ethnic food, we
graduated from the same college, we both think the ShamWow!
guy's recent arrest was hilarious, etc. etc.  [UPDATE: I retract
my comment that ShamWow! guy's arrest is hilarious. At the time,
I only knew the partial details of his arrest and am now
horrified after seeing photos of the aftermath of his
altercation. I now realize that any kind of violence is not
funny, even if it involves a snake-oil salesman.]  I noticed the
guy was nursing the same beer (at a wine bar?) while I was onto
my second wine. I knew that I would be slurring my words if I
didn't get some food in me, so I ordered