last night

I left work about ten minutes after my boss yesterday, which was nice, as he left before five. And then I got home and nearly fell asleep. With these levels of exhaustion, I decided I definitely was in no shape to go to any sort of show that night. Which would be a shame, but oh well. Sanity and being able to do my job are more important, I think.

I was supposed to meet Russell and moleque after that, but it didn't quite work that way. I don't know where Russell ended up, but I don't really care enough to find out.

But anyway, Torben and I traded some music and then chatted for a while. I think I was half-delirious on top of being nervous, so I probably came across as a babbling nincompoop. Which is funny because that's almost what Jodi did when she met Ana and me. But I think we both gave a decent impression, so that's one more LJer I can add to my belt. (I had a friend once who called it "breaking the social hymen.")

no wonder plane tickets are so expensive...

What a big, empty country I live in.