I love my friends. No hyperbole, I just do.

Alarmingly good night last night; I got to see a lot of people and then go to IHOP at 2 AM. I really like the late-night diner world, but watching the Drunk Girls' Mating Ritual was distracting. Anyway, now I know how to get there. On the way, my fearless direction-giver let slip that the only way to actually find the place was to go to Brighton, get lost, turn around, and then stumble across it. Sure enough, all of the times I've been there, getting lost was an integral part of the process. I like that.

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Get Fuzzy makes me happy.

can you tell I don't feel like working today?

Maybe I'm making up for dealing with Tech Sales Guy yesterday.

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