It's the Boy Scout motto, or something kind of like it.

So tomorrow is Public Drunkenness Day, or as it is known to the unwashed masses not living in the area, the day of the St. Patrick's Day parade in Scranton. I've been to the last four Public Drunkenness Days. I've never actually seen the parade.

Now, I'm planning ahead of time. My friends and I always start out PDD at Tink's, now the Hardware Bar, even though the crush inside is ridiculous. And what with all of the drinking, you inevitably have to go to the bathroom.

Even on a normal weekday, the bathrooms at Tink's are repugnant. I can't imagine they'll be any better than they usually are on PDD tomorrow. And while they're normally very gross and I don't think a change of ownership will really alter that on Parade Day, and while I've been stuck sneaking into the guys' bathroom on a number of occasions just to go, the one thing that really bothers me is that the toilet paper is inevitably gone by the time I get in there, considering I don't go in there in the first ten minutes or so after it opens.

So this year for a change (because in past years it never occurred to me until I was in the bathroom there on Public Drunkenness Day) I rolled up a nicely folded and considerable length of toilet paper and will be tucking it into my purse, just in case. ;)

Now all I have to do is find a place tomorrow that'll sell booze other than beer on the cheap and I'll be all set. (I won't, sadly. Le sigh.)

And now for something completely different ...

Heroine Addiction:

90140 / 100000

So what I've spent the past week working on is trimming the fat by tossing out excessive scenes, narrowing the timeline down from a week to two or three days, and shuffling a few scenes. The new word count is something like twenty-five thousand words shorter than it started out, but that's with it being completely unedited to fix any of the details. I've gone at it with a machete, now it's time to go at it with a scalpel.

You know what that means. After I come back from Public Drunkenness Day, I get to attempt to get my crappy printer to spit out another editing draft of Heroine Addiction this weekend without having the electronic equivalent of a stroke.