I'm a bit drunk and pretty sure I'll regret this in the morning.
I had an ok night at the club. I got two emails and a phone number. That never happens.
They were from, respectively, a stripper who wants me to be his agent for medical study gigs, a pretty girl who wants me to give her rides to the club, and a botanist who has some seeds for my garden.
We closed the place down and headed to another club, which was dead, so I went home. That never happens either. The going to another club part, not the going home part.
It's 2:40 am, so I can still get up by noon, get to the bank, get the oil change, and start on the garden, doing yesterday's chores tomorrow.
