I would have liked to have been in bed a few hours ago, but $22 worth of drinks - only $5 of which I was charged for - kept me out longer than planned.
It's a weird feeling when I feel fine leaving the bar, but by the time I get home I find myself a little unsteady. Maybe "scary" is a better descriptor.
I've been sunned and rained on this weekend, worn myself out, sung along to live and prerecorded music, and generally taken good advantage of my free time to have fun and not accomplish anything. I've got a shitload of pictures; hopefully I can upload them before I head out to Portland next weekend.
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