07:00 pm - Chicken-fried carp, to be exact. You know, sometimes it's really too bad that I can't drink.
Not, of course, that I want to drink. It's that after last night's party where I consumed nothing more hazardous than spinach dip, I somehow feel like carp. Headache. Stomach feels weird. I thought caffeine would help, but six cups of coffee have only made me drowsy and uncomfortable. The only good thing about the way I feel is that I know I'll sleep really well tonight. I may be coming down with something and might not make it to work or Offbeat practice tomorrow.
Regardless: the party at devianttouch and wendybyrd's was fun. Ellen and I had a good time. It was good to see all y'all.
I'ma go get my laundry out of the dryer and watch a David Lynch movie. Or maybe The Ninth Gate.'