Ker-flail...

I'm usually tired when I come into work on Saturday. But I'm...just...gah, I'm so tired I can't even think of words to express how tired I am. I even braved the "Black Ichor" (i.e. work coffee) to try and stay awake. Sadly, I might have subject my body to a second dosage.

Last night was pretty fun. :) Stef and I met up with Chris, Kate (drinksmith), and Eric at Pochi Tea Station. Went down the street and hung out at a bar where we had some greasy, greasy garlic cheese fries. Erg, my heart hurts just thinking about it. But it was good to get to chat with Chris. He got his tattoo, though I didn't actually get to see it since it was healing.

...I want another tattoo. `^_^

But yes, we hung out for a while, then headed down to Pioneer Square. I was a shocked to see my co-worker, Max Power (yes Reneé, that one). I didn't really get to join him since I wasn't drinking, and the mosh pit that was going on, for some reason, didn't look too inviting (which is odd for me, I love the mosh pits).

Most of the evening was spent playing pool, where I'm sure we made a record for shooting the cue ball off the table. I think Mike (who joined us at the Fenix, along with Krall) shot the cue ball, only to have it bounce off the table and into Stef's pocket. He should've gotten bonus points for that. :)

We then wandered over to the Last Supper Club. It was okay, Slicks and Stef seemed to be having a good time. It was too loud to talk to anyone, and I wasn't in a dancing mood. I think I got home around 12:45...but not before I had to get in a litttle Harvest Moon: Friends of Mineral Town. `^_^

But now I hate myself, and I want to die.