And the show just fit right in. That was possibly the slowest Sunday I've seen in ages. It actually picked up a bit around midnight, and moved from moribund to slow, but, well...
It doesn't help that the bluize "dark cavern of doom" lighting setup is only non-depressing if you have at least a half-full bar.
Apparently we weren't the only place. Eddie took off for the city because he didn't like the atmosphere - and came back later.
I'd blame the rain, but, well, I've seen cheerful rainy nights before. Ah well.
Came home, and Mena was up and talking to Anisha. This was a worry, mainly the matter of Mena being up - I'll have to talk to her about that. It's probably nothing, but when a former tweaker is talking to a present one, and awake several hours after her usual bedtime...
Got a little bit of sleep, then up to drop off the car at the body shop, then to the rental place. I'm now driving a Monte Carlo, of all things.
And now I should head back to sleep. Probably right after I print up that 30 day notice that I promised stormmonkey yesterday.
Llorona is, of course, alone in the living room, which stinks to high heaven.