Sleep largely eluded me.
I did manage to nod off for a bit, but was woken up by an email - it looks like I'll be filling in at the Swingin Door again, this time for four Fridays starting at the end of July.
Yay for exposure and income!
The email itself didn't wake me up, but responding to it took too much concentration, and it was impossible to get back to sleep.
I noticed 
kshandra was talking about going out for karaoke, and managed to convince her that maybe the KoC show would be a good idea, but then we thought of doing dinner first.
She suggested the Sushi Factory. I'd never been, and so heartily agreed.
As it turns out, all-you-can-eat sushi is a bad, bad, bad, BAD idea. Delicious, but simply wrong. Especially when you reach that last tray, are realizing that you're pretty full, and also realizing that you're not supposed to waste food while staring at massive amounts of unagi, avocado, and vinegared rice.
We bravely did what we could.
By the time we were through, we realized we were in no condition to do anything else, and simply went home.
And here I am. I'm too tired to think straight, and too full to lie down.
And, unfortunately, too groggy to be a proper friend to a very distraught timenchanter.
I feel like I'm gestating a bowling ball...
tired