Oh my head! Friday night drinks. Er!
Of course, I came home and smoked pot with Shane and Matt. I stumbled off to bed before midnight, bumping into walls. So much for The Laird and a few quiet drinks to end the week. I was just plastered, in the end.
And now I have four days off. Yipee! I should go out and dance. Tonight, I guess? Get maggotted and groove until the day break hours. Float home on a wave of tired muscles.
6am. Smith Street, Sunday morning, is always very cool, chilled and laid back. Bodies drifting to and fro. Feet like polystyrene, not a care.
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