Thursday night out

I just got back from the bar (Velvet Lounge, they call it).

Fr3sh's car alarm is still going off, at least 48 hours since I first heard it.

I walk into my dorm room and I see something funny on my chair. It almost looks like there's a hole in the chair and stuffing is coming out. Nope...it's something sticky, turns out it's gum. Yes. Gum fragments on the chair. And, wait, what's that? Gum on my ass. All night, white gum on black pants. Nobody bothered to mention this to me.

It's been a wonderful week.