Yesterday was good but a bit baffling. Woke up around eleven - for once Michael had to force me out of bed - and we had home made potato salad for lunch, with grapes. Ate outside in the back yard, chatted, listened to the birds (apparently one's nesting in Michael's roof-gutter), and waited for Nathan to show up with the Van of Death, then the three of us met up with Paton for drinks at Christie's Pub.
Then there were a few hours of drinking. We ended up at Paton's house with Kyle. I introduced a few people to Applejacks (Whiskey and Apple juice, or Jack Daniels depending on what's available), drinking games were played (with a few adjustments to the rules - the story card became the karaoke card). It was hot out, Juliet showed up, somehow it ended up at 8:30 and we waffled home to make pasta and watch Family Guy. Then we passed out fitfully to stumble to work this morning.
And now my hours at work changed! I'll be working four days a week instead of three, and more importantly, I'll have my Saturday mornings off! My god, I can watch cartoons. And have a real live weekend again. And at least until the end of the month, if not until the end of July, I'll have a seven hour shift on Thursdays rather than four. It's 1 to 9, which sucks, but it's money and I don't have to rush to get up in the morning.
Tomorrow night is the writing binge. I'm excited. I'm enticed. I'm ready and willing to do ridiculous things--