Ow, my liver
Jun. 18th, 2001 09:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
p0tat0esSo, I did end up going to the Kincora to watch the game. Got to talking to an old grizzled Italian named Frederico. He bet me a beer that the Mariners would win. He lost. I got a free Mirror Pond.
After that, I went home and napped. Emily called me at about 9:30. By 10:00 we were at the Venus Cafe/Mars Bar on Eastlake. By 12:30 we were no longer living in the land of the sober. We talked 'bout lots o' stuff, not all of which was making sense by the end, but you know...
Bleh. Need some sort of stimulant. And my back still hurts.
My head feels swimmy.
After that, I went home and napped. Emily called me at about 9:30. By 10:00 we were at the Venus Cafe/Mars Bar on Eastlake. By 12:30 we were no longer living in the land of the sober. We talked 'bout lots o' stuff, not all of which was making sense by the end, but you know...
Bleh. Need some sort of stimulant. And my back still hurts.
My head feels swimmy.
