It's a guilty pleasure of mine. Deal.
In fact, since I was feeling out of sorts, I sat in my car in the parking lot for about half an hour, reading one of the shorter stories. That seemed to do the trick, and I made it from there to bar in much better spirits.
It was an interesting night at KoC. Mostly in that it was kind of a normal Sunday at the bar - we were never particularly crowded, but never particularly empty. Bar income was within normal range. Given the weekend, I expected odder.
There were a few new faces. The most notable was Jeremiah, who was brought in by filmbuf104. An astoundingly good singer.
The only truly odd part of the evening was all the new electrical work done by snafflekid. Poor guy basically lived there this weekend. A large part of the ceiling now looks like it's in the embrace of a silver tentacle monster.
I closed down right at 2:00am, at the end of the 6th round. What with tearing down and random talking, I didn't leave until about 3:00am, then stopped off at Denny's for some food and unwinding time.
I barely managed to avoid falling face-first into my plate.
Then home, and unconsciousness. I finally got up today around 2:00pm, and haven't done a whole lot since then - well, apart from some website maintenance and some account transfers I've left off for too long. The plan is to grab a bit more stuff at the HoD, then dinner and a show.
We'll see how that works. I first have to get out of my chair, and into the shower...