All work and no play
Why is it that trying to do the right thing and get your shit together makes you the most boring fucker that every tried to write a journal entry? I'm not going to tell you how little I have to say and then attribute that to work. Saturday night was fun. It was originally just plans to hang out with Jim and Keith, which evolved into all the guys meeting at James'. And when it was 12 AM and I thought there would be no way of that everyone would agree to head out to Detroit, we passed around a flash and made compassionate white russians before heading out. And Dorkwave was just ridiculously packed, which was awesome and drew a totally wide range of people. The smoke was a bit much and there seemed to be no room to dance, but I got to see my friends and talk to new people. Loren gave me the rest of her Sparks. I met Aphrodite. I'm not being poetic. That is just her name. We left early (comparatively) and then I headed back to the couch on which I sleep.