Hangover shirt

I'm wearing my hangover shirt. It doesn't really signal how I feel, as much as how my night was. To be honest I feel pretty good, that's what one gets for hitting the bars ludicrously early and dragging home by 2am. I even got seven and some hours of sleep! And I ate pizza.

Model resurfaced last night, and if all goes well I'm heading out with him (and perhaps his cohorts) tonight. It was so easy I didn't even realize it had happened until Jo and I turned the corner. It was leading me towards the usual Cafe Campus evening: too much cheap beer, vodka (yuck) and dancing around wearing somebody else's hat and sunglasses. The hat was too small, but it didn't matter.

Speaking of Jo, I hope he doesn't stand me up, because making a breakfast date with someone as you are leaving the bar... not necessarily the most solid plan.

And I had strange dreams that are only just coming back to me... Roomie was in them, as was Apartment Boy... but I went home with Curly and a cat came with us... or maybe Curly was the cat. He transformed into a cat after we had pencils thrown at us for taking off our shirts in class. Oh well, at least that cat knew how to drive a stick shift...