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dragonlady7Z's kinda snoring in the next room. He doesn't snore, but I can hear him breathing. It's cute.
I'm weirdly wound-up. We went out, first to meet the Buffalo-area scooterists (awesome to finally have faces to go with names), and then down to Allen St. for a co-worker's birthday. (He posted a flier in the cash room.) But Z and I ate and drank so much with the scooterists that we were too full to drink any more. In Z's case, he was so sleepy he couldn't even stand up. So we stood around for like an hour in this noisy dive bar, and talked to my manager (the nice one I don't talk shit about here because well, managers who are reasonable and don't make trouble don't really get blogged about), and sort of had no idea what was going on. I finally took Z home because he was this silent hulking lump of tired, and I realize I have to get to work in, well, by now it's like 10 hours. Oops. Er, 9.
Well, I guess I'll try to sleep now. Duh. I tho thmart.
I'm weirdly wound-up. We went out, first to meet the Buffalo-area scooterists (awesome to finally have faces to go with names), and then down to Allen St. for a co-worker's birthday. (He posted a flier in the cash room.) But Z and I ate and drank so much with the scooterists that we were too full to drink any more. In Z's case, he was so sleepy he couldn't even stand up. So we stood around for like an hour in this noisy dive bar, and talked to my manager (the nice one I don't talk shit about here because well, managers who are reasonable and don't make trouble don't really get blogged about), and sort of had no idea what was going on. I finally took Z home because he was this silent hulking lump of tired, and I realize I have to get to work in, well, by now it's like 10 hours. Oops. Er, 9.
Well, I guess I'll try to sleep now. Duh. I tho thmart.
