"Tomorrow is gonna suck."

That's the sentence that went through my head at 12:30 last night.

See, I had decided yesterday that I was going to go out for a few beers and decidely unhealthy bar food after work. Unfortuantely "after work" turned out to be me going out at around 8pm, not earlier like I had planned.

After what felt like a couple of hours, I look at my phone (clock) and see it's 12:30. Whoops. That's when, "tomorrow is gonna suck!" went through my mind, because not only was it late for me (for a work night), but I still had to get home and do important things like eat a sandwich and check email before I could sleep.

However, I did get to have one of Charlie's "slippery" cheesburgers. You know the kind: you take one bite and the whole thing squirts out the other end. Messy deliciousness, I say! Oh, and a random conversation was struck up to me by Antonio, with the opening line of: "Are you a drummer?" It only got weirder from there as he asked if I had ever eaten fungus amongus. (Once I ascertained that he meant mushrooms, I could more completely answer the question.) Also he inquired as to what my definition of "love" was. That was the point where I started wishing fervently for my drinking companions to please get there quickly. Luckily they must have received my telepathic distress call because they indeed did show up quickly. After which the strangest Antonio got was when he had me read a passage of his Nelson Demille novel.

Ahh, good times. But seriously, I need a nap.