by Huxley at the Pub at the End of the Universe for an hour or two, ran into Skye as I was leaving, came back here, tried to get my kite but they finally changed the locks on Foster, so no kite flying. On my trip back here I ran into my friend Chris in the IRCs and ended up going to the place he's staying for a little while, and now I'm back here (my studio). I'm sure I'm not going to be tired for a while, so I've yet to figure out what exactly I'll do at this hour, but it very well may include a trip to the hotcake house and a shower, and I suppose I can try to read the rest of Island
, but that will be a long night. Then, I think I have the time before I'll finally get to sleep. Waking up at 6:45pm can do that to one.