It was a another good night at the bar last night.

Live music makes it so much fun.

Some guy bought everyone a shot of something (Steve said he thought it might've been Jack Daniels) to toast the musician at the end. I totally didn't need that but you don't turn down free booze. I gargled with cider to get the taste out of my mouth, gah.

Twinkies afterward, and then a drunk text to naught, who then called and was therefore subjected to my drunken rambling for ten minutes. I've known him online for about fourteen years and that was the first time we've ever talked on the phone.

I think I tried to chew on Steve a few times throughout the night.

I remember waking up, sprawled out on the bed, and most of what happened just prior to being passed out for an hour or so.

Quite dehydrated. Took my contacts out and all that, got into bed and stared at the ceiling. Steve fell asleep before I did. I wondered if I'd be sick before I managed to fall asleep. No. I did eventually wake up and got rid of the contents of my stomach, and felt much better afterward. Back to bed, up around noon after trying to rouse Steve a couple times.

Chocolate milk and some computer time, called Mom to wish her and Dad a happy anniversary (it being on Flag Day makes it easy for me to remember), got Steve to wake up.

Showered, went to Walgreens to pick up a few items (a bunch of the makeup was on sale, thankfully; I hate paying ten bucks for a little thing of concealer), came back home for a cheese sandwich and a Pepsi ("made with real sugar!") and now here I am, probably about to scan a few of the drunkendoodles I did.

I have commissions to work on, too.

Hey so who's listened to the new Marilyn Manson album? Four Rusted Horses is my new favorite song. WOW is my second favorite.