birthday poem also for ryan eckes (in regards to sean taras's birthday poem for ryan eckes)

got 90 day review. on advanced track says they. got raise. 25 more cents than normal raise says they. bought lots of clothes. bought many pitchers last night for people. didn't give shit. met kate flannery. called her "ma'am". kate flannery says to me 'don't call me ma'am!" in light-hearted manner. put arm around kate flannery. took pic with kate flannery. got drunk w/ other poets/girls/girl poets. also was ryan eckes post-bday celebration. sang first lyric of some song over and over, "if you feel like lovin' me, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo". ian left, despite my protests. jess, drunk, tired of waiting for ryan, left. frank, in beautiful emerald shirt, works hard. i point out to ryan several times, "frank works so hard". "it's his job", ryan says, drunk. outside with julia smoking. she sort of looked like my julia. told her this while making fun of my julia, no longer my julia. could not compare the two julias. several men walk by pointing to st. francis on wall saying "that's roosevelt!". made ryan finish all beers, even beb's beer. brandon invites me to read something sometime. other brandon tells me mike taras took up boxing, to which we both agreed suited him in ways. round 12th and mifflin. his company uses timecycle. but brother brandon left way earlier. got order of events mixed. outside, see alina on brandon, exchange numbers in hopes to get pokemans. everyone mumbles. i mumble something and leave with beb, singing, "if you feel like lovin' me, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo. . ."