deerailed

Nightmares suck. I dremt I held my drowned grandmother in my arms last night... I hate the side of my brain that does shit like that to me. Work was productive, and that help clear the stigma of awful thoughts.

As I might have suspected, no calls for Friday night tomfoolery from my friends...

When all else fails, take the bus down to Telegraph, get some Smart Alecs for dinner, hop over to the UC Bar, get an irish car bomb, play some arcades, and bus back home.

Uneventful nights in Berkeley are far more entertaining than Concord... and a bit more liquored up. My house is still a barren, cold, somewhat uninviting place to crash, but its convieniently located for such excursions.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go drink till the ceiling talks, and wake up with a massive hangover.