Hazy...

What a haze I'm in this morning. Went down to the Wildfire to talk hockey pools last night and ended up staying until the wee hours of the morning... and Pa had to wake me up at 20 to 7 this morning to get me out of bed. My radio was goin', but I wasn't moving.

"Fuck that," I'm pretty sure my sub-conscious was thinking.

That's the best I've been bombed in quite a while... and I don't remember anything past 11:30pm... the only evidence I have of time is a bank machine slip at 1:06am. Crikey...

I know I was karaoke-ing a little last night... which was okay. Everyone was drunk enough...

Met John last night... great guy. Born in Ireland, lived in Gloucestershire now a Calgarian... so many laughs. Pretty much the reason why I stayed so long last night...

Don't wanna be at work this morning... would rather still be in bed. I'd feel better at least... because breakfast at the cafe didn't help a great deal.