mkayal

Last weekend, I ate really good. I went to a house party a friend of mine threw. There was a lot of beer. I won a game of beer pong with a pretty woman for a partner. I did good at flip cup. I started a fire (in a fire pit) and I had to you use a stove to do it. I left there at six in the morning, came home, and slept till noon. Woke up, went to celebrate my cousin's birthday at a Spanish place. Holy shit was that expensive. But the food was so good. The bread was fresh and they had that olive oil garlic dipping plate. We had sangria, I got a buzz off an apple. On the menu, for 39 dollars, you could have a two pound steak. I settled for the fillet medallions wrapped in bacon. Cooked perfectly. And the dessert. I know for certain now that if you are in a fancy place, they give you a shot after your meal. This one place gave us a shot of nalewka a while back and this place gave us this almond liquer. Everyone at the table gave me their's it was euphoric.


Work has been kicking my ass. I can't wait to be driven to work once the other half of the carpool gets his car back. These past two weeks, I've gone close to fifty hours. Which overall is good but at the same time that means I'm shot during the week.

I'm all healed up from the lancing. Took three days to stop bleeding and the weekend to not reopen it but someday soon I'm going to have it fixed permanently.