Last night, I ate a really late dinner at The Cheesecake Factory in San Francisco. They don't take reservations. Got there around, oh, 8pm. Had to wait 30 minutes just to get a pager from the front desk. Had to wait another hour and a half after that to sit down to eat. In the meantime, went shopping at Macy's 'til they closed around 9pm. Underwear was 3 for $21, so I got 3. Sometime between leaving Macy's, going on a rant about "the struggle" (how it is used as a poor excuse for some), and getting a table at the restaurant, I dropped the shopping bag containing my underwear. SHIT. I was so looking forward to wearing new undies...

Anyhow, it bothered me a lot that I'd lost the bag, 'cuz I do this type of shit every so often... so I've decided to punish myself by not drinking all weekend. Hopefully, that will teach me to be more observant, to pay more attention to my stuff next time... or help train me down from craving drink every night of every weekend. Trying to turn this into some sort of win situation...