2002-01-21 - 11:50 a.m.

It's a rarity when I'm the least hungover person in the apartment. The Girlfriend is catatonic.

Just drank a Christmas Coke--you know those magical glass bottled Cokes with Santa on the label, designed to give one the impression that Santa is an employee of (or creation of) the Coke-a-Cola corporation? It was the only thing in the house. I enjoyed my diminutive 8oz.

The pool place is finally open after a month-and-a-half long "renovation" period (the cops closed it down because the owner was selling stolen merchandise from his office in the bar). The roommate and I are eagerly going (after a trip to Herell's for some iced-cappuccino). Yay! Let the tradition resume!