monkey13

Well last weekend was surely and eventful one. Friday I fixed/upgraded a friend's computer and network in Georgtown and had again one of the best sandwitches known to mankind (good ol' Smarty Pants). I also ran into some of the Kara walking out of 9lb Hammer. I heard some of the crew was in there but it was far too busy for me.

Got home in a $20 cab ride around midnight to find my roommate's BDay party still kicking. Hung out for a bit then just went to bed. Drunks are pretty sad when you're sober. Anyway I heard something about a fight I missed and indeed the next day my other roommate (the bastard I've wanted to personally kick the shit out of) has a swollen, bleeding lip and a swollen (probably broke) right hand. He tells me the story and I'm not suprised, though I was happy that he actually was on the peaceful side and never threw a punch. He busted his hand punching a pole in the basement.

BBQ'd, went bowling and played videogames Saturday. Sunday basically woke up, did laundry and cleaned house. Jumping jesus on a pogo stick am I productive sober. It's almost frightening.