Taxi, Afro Dizzi Act and PTY LTD @ the Zoo = welcome to your happy funky place.
The Press Club = still full of vacant looking girls and 2 dimensional guys. People whos drugs make them decide to talk to complete strangers just because they happen to be sitting nearbye. I spent a while trying to decide if I thought of them as human or not. Didn't really make up my mind, I was leaning towards "no" when I stopped thinking about it.
Haj dropped me home (in an M3 Beemer... not sure where that came from) at 11:AM.

Thanks to everyone for not calling me today. I don't really know how I managed to not get any phonecalls for a full 6 hours on a sunday afternoon, but I don't care. I needed the sleep, and through all your selfless fucking-off-and-talking-to-someone-else-instead I was able to get that sleep.