Morning breaketh...and there's a cat on my face...

I and a bunch of hooligans crashed over at Miss Sundress's place last night after lots carousing at Underground (always a good time of music, sceney girlies, and not enough space to down your drink, and dancing...oh god, the dancing with no space...)

Man, when I got up this morning, the place looked like the Criminal video. Bodies sprawled everywhere, cat hair on everyone, and people all intertwined all over the place.

And everyone snoring.

Anyrate, got up, got out the door, drove down Hollywood in the early AM (which is really a whole nother post on the strange world that that is--Hollywood Blvd in the working morning time, as opposed to the post club early AM...), zoomed down the freeway, and got home an hour ago.

Now it's all about cleaning up a little bit, dirtying down, heading to GoddessAnnaWoo's place, and from there launching to the Rennaissance Faire. From there it's off to Dave's to launch off to San Diego to Erika's for a party thingy.

Perhaps, should I gain conciousness tomorrow sometime, I shall go to see Matrix Reloaded. Yes. I think, Yes.

Man. I really don't get why I'm not insanely burned out and tired yet. But I know that my liver shall explode soon. Or continue to grow to the size of a shark's.

Bring the Burn.