zonkedOn a side note, they don't sell "all beef hotdogs" here. They're all the suspicious "meat including pork (67%)" thing. I do eat those sometimes, but right now i feel like a proper hotdog.
I went to a short-lived thing tonight. The last month or so has been hell at work, lots of schedule pressure, people are working overtime and getting cranky (me included). After work i caught up with J and some of her colleagues at an art gallery thingy. I was trying to keep my mind open and everything, but i had to leave. Sooo not my scene standing around with 19 year old indie kids drinking free alcohol and chatting about i don't even know what. If i want to go out and not dance these days it needs to be somewhere with comfortable seating, low lighting, good cocktails and bartenders who know their shit, cruisy tunes... Somewhere i can relax after work without having to get ridiculously drunk just to enjoy the bad music/shitty ambiance/cheap beer/etc. I need my yuppie shit, damnit. I'm not 19 any more.
So i came home and cooked fried potato and SPAM in a tortilla with hot sauce. Clearly i need my trashy shit also.
Man i need a good long sleep.
