oh. i went to Cr*ig C*rdiff tonight at Hugh's Room and it was PACKED! we used to go see him when there were four of us (including the bartender and his girlfried). Nice to see that the keep on keeping on works for someone.

But I worked until 8pm so i was exhausted and it seemed like a good plan to have a coffee on my way to the show, since i was planning to meet friends for drinks after THAT, and that's just way too late for my lame-o 9-to-5-er self.

I'm not allowed to drink coffee after 4, but i figured the beer would counteract it by the time i went to bed. Of course i couldn't just get a small coffee, because they only give you the roll-up-the-rim-to-win cups with a medium, and i was SURE it was my turn to win the Rav 4. Or at least a muffin.

Bah. It could have been a dream come true, except that I didn't win my Rav 4 OR my muffin, and THEN my friends bailed on post-show drinks and now i feel like a 60-year-old who took Viagara and then lost his girlfriend.

all revved up and nowhere to go.

12:54 a.m. - 2006-03-24