randy_byers last night. On the way back, we talked about Spearhead, which got me to drag out some CDs I haven't listened to recently. (Basically, "Chocolate Supa Highway" isn't much better than I remember it, but so far "Stay Human" is MUCH BETTER, especially since I'm skipping the rillly annoying skits between most of the songs. I'll listen to "Everybody Deserves Music" next. I don't think any of them, though, are in danger of displacing "Home" as my favorite Spearhead CD, and one of my favorite CDs of all time, though.)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.
