mojo chicken vs. jim ram-jambo

So far we got a summer full of rain which is not unusual to be loved by anyone. It's not the summer I asked for, but since 1992 I have avoided summer. July 30th 2011 and it is 59°F...Schnürlregen...string rain. grid fries by chicken burger with this shit rain and the heater blowing the sweaty air around in here i tried to force...i am trying to force circa 5 espresso shots into my gut. tough though...i have stopped at around 3.5. i am noticing the speed effect of the caffine but it still is not enough to get me to do anything productive. confident that the remaining 1.5 shots of espresso will land, i trust that the goon inside will show face. as a matter of fact, although it is so early it looks like i will be receiving a celebratory beer in approximately 30 minutes...on top of the 10:45 which it is now...to hoist a toast to Hubert Scheibl, his team and a gang of 30 some odd painters up in the large hall. It would be good to pump down a KäseLeberKäseSemmel beforehand. that sounds like a good idea. eating-base. (long break) eating-base-a-thon. dont forget to do an eating-base-a-thon before the puppet-a-thon. so i am drinking another Kaffee...it is 7:15pm...i gotta stop...feeling like the song says...gonna cook a fake-steak chilli and then go to Schnaitl Pub...then i want to go canoeing with some friends...there's some river around here where you can rent canoes. well, i missed the train. no schnaitl pub...no canoeing...thats life...thats it for now. wasted.