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It's a quiet night. A

It's a quiet night. A fitting ending to the quiet weekend. Not much in the way of highlights. I went out Saturday night thinking there would be some action. Wrongo. It was dead as hell and way too cold to mess around outside. I went home and hung out with Fred and Jim, drinking redbull and gin. I think there was some sort of theological discussion going on when I hit the ground.

I woke up with a blanket on me, my shoes off, and a pillow under my head. Say what you will about people, it's always telling to see what some people do that wouldn't even occur to others. I would have stayed right there on the floor since it was very comfortable, but I have big ass spiders in my house and one of them lives behind the TV. I've seen him stroll across the floor where I was sleeping plenty of times, so I figured it would be a good idea to get up. I shuffled/staggered over to my bed, collapsed down (glance at laptop - ok it's safe) on the mattress and got comfortable. I quickly discovered that my bed is not as comfortable as the livingroom floor. Note to self: get a new bed.

When I got tired of being a big lazybones, I got up and started my day. I went out into the sun, where another yard sale was in progress. I plopped down in a chair and settled in for the long haul - which was cut short by "Hey Matt!" And behind me is Sabrina. Stopping by Seven Thieves (the local store, "Seven Palms", you figure it out) she's rolling with her usual collection of cute friends. A little chit-chat and a blunt roll later and she's off.

I'd write about the rest of the day, but I'd be stretching things to say that anything at all happened.

Night night.

Posted by Matt at August 26, 2002 01:34 AM