Take 2: Much Shorter

Look, I'd love to be a source of loquacity unparalleled by everything else in your daily experience. I would truly enjoy nothing more than to discover that all my friends (and perhaps an acquaintance or two who has somehow managed to acquire my AIM screen name and thereby discover this blog; slightly disturbing as that might be, I feel an obligation to you, too) look to me for words, more words, and the occasional unorthodox grammatical construction. But I'll be completely honest, I totally lack the energy to fill a blog with the copious verbosity employed yesterday on anything close to a daily basis. Hell, more often than not I lack the energy to get out of this chair and answer the phone; there's a reason we stopped paying for the land line here. So I say here and now: you won't be seeing a post of substantial length every day. You won't even be seeing that sort of thing semi-daily, regardless of whether you decide to interpret "semi-daily" as once every half day, once every two days, or thrice every fortnight (incidentally, if you're in that last group, not only is your math off, but you're apparently as annoyingly obsessed with the use of archaic words as I am, and this blog only has room for one person fitting that description, thank you). So expect shorter entries to follow.

That said, I'll just note that this evening, our trivia team met with most spectacular success over at the Newtowne Grille, taking first prize from opponents with indescribably clever names such as "I'd Rather Be Masturbating" and "Drunken Irishmen" (actually, that last name is used by a team up in Waltham against whom we used to compete, but I was too damn lazy to remember more than one of the twenty-odd team names I heard tonight and the prose required at least two; deal with it). Few things are better than getting two large pizzas and two pitchers of good beer for $13+tip. Oh, and if you're seeking an excellent seasonal brew, I've become a big fan of the Sam Adams Winter Lager. Note that I say that while hating normal Sam Adams with the vitriol otherwise reserved only for the Red Sox and bad puns, so hopefully my recommendation won't be COMPLETELY ignored.

And with that, I'm going to sleep. Finals probably will require me to spend at least some time tomorrow studying, so I should hurry to bed so that my procrastination can begin that much sooner.