And the food was yummy, Szechuan Bistro has never failed to disappoint.
I came home to finish up a page for the Frye Apartments calendar, which I thought I'd messed up beyond ever wanting to show my head there again. It turns out I hadn't, though, so I was glad to get the reprieve.
After that, I had some of the most messed up sleep I've had in quite a while. It was after seven before I drifted off, and then it was into long, intense, unrestful dreams. I woke up at nine, went back to sleep for more LIUDs, and then woke up at 12:58, when I had a counseling appointment at 1. Oh well.
Today I would just love to be able to sit in my high chair and refuse to eat my peas, but alas, being 48, I have to at least pretend to responsibility. Looks like a day of planarity then.