I dreamed last night that I woke up with a sore throat and called out sick from work.
My dream did not come true, so here I am. At work. Sleepy and probably a little grouchy, but I have coffee nearby that will perhaps help with some of that. And I've got my eyes on the prize. (The prize, in this case, being the weekend.)
Yesterday's open mic was far less crowded than any I attended in July. It still seemed fairly packed, though, since it was so hot outside (even after 11pm) that everyone wanted to be in the air conditioning. My evening featured the Nintendo DS's Picto-chat feature ("You are five feet away, but I will communicate with you this way! PS, here is some random abuse that you can share with John!"), spoken punctuation ("I would like comma Phil comma an italian soda full stop"), and the piano/mandolin/Ivan rendition of "Sober". I very much like my people and their ability to amuse me.
I guess that makes sense.