Sounds Like Weird
19 November 2005
I woke up this morning feeling completely wiped, hung over (I had a single glass of hard cider, which isn’t enough to do that), and I ache weirdly all over. I took a nap, but still felt fuzzy-brained.
All of this was the evening after a small TextDrive gathering in San Francisco. We hung out at Lucky 13 until the patio closed, at which point all but Adam headed off to Dean’s hotel, ordered cheeseburgers, and gabbed until three something in the morning.