Well, I'll say this about the wine I drank last night; I went to bed singing (I'm afraid it was some ELO from the Time album, though I can't remember the exact song) and then stayed in bed all night, though my eyes opened twice. I could have done better than going to bed at ten after midnight, but I'd guess my sleeping was of an entirely better quality than usual.

My other highlight from yesterday work time (the only one) was going to lunch at Palms of Goa with "former coworker Josh." I'll try to hold on to this memory, but it's going to be hanging out with City Slicker and the Whingers that sticks with me. God, it was nice to really dish theater! I can't wait for our next outing. Meanwhile, my next outing will be tonight with booklectic, to see Bitch-slapped by God, which I read somewhere was the cure for Christmas Pantos. I figure last night's show would have taken the shine out of any Christmas cheer out there; this one should actually burnish it to a fine polish, with the aid of some liquor.