Open Mic last night was fun, as usual, despite the lack of a sister and the sudden onset of inexplicable fatigue. I actually sat on a couch instead of the pool table for the entire time I was there, and there was a quesadilla and talk of art history and braces procedures and a planning session for a new sitcom in which an ordinary young American guy unexpectedly becomes the Pope, and wacky Vatican hijinks ensue. Also, there was a schism. Of the two Popes that were at Perk last night, I am apparently allied with The Tim's side, because he granted me an indulgence when I brought him ice water. Sorry, Dave.
Prior to Perk, I stopped by Ikea, where I purchased one bar stool, which I intend to assemble tonight and use in place of a nightstand. I'm actually looking forward to this evening, which is looking to be the first night since last Wednesday that I spend quietly at home. It's weird being so busy. I wonder if it's going to be a habit- Wednesday as my only down time. Maybe I'll cook tonight! Crazy.