Last night
...was amazing. I assume, because I don't remember big chunks of it. I call this "time traveling."
The highlight, easily, was after I got dropped off and went upstairs. For some reason, my key would not work in the lock. In my state, I even knocked on the door, but to no avail. Lord knows how long I was out there. After a while, I hear this voice, which very well could have been the voice of God: "YOU'RE AT THE WRONG APARTMENT!" I did a Jackie Gleason double-take, and then ran down the hall to my own apartment, drank a glass of water, and passed out.
I have similar high hopes for this evening's outing.
The highlight, easily, was after I got dropped off and went upstairs. For some reason, my key would not work in the lock. In my state, I even knocked on the door, but to no avail. Lord knows how long I was out there. After a while, I hear this voice, which very well could have been the voice of God: "YOU'RE AT THE WRONG APARTMENT!" I did a Jackie Gleason double-take, and then ran down the hall to my own apartment, drank a glass of water, and passed out.
I have similar high hopes for this evening's outing.