I Ate Cactus and Oyaka-don Tonight

People are strange.

I've been spending the night around people intoxicated in various ways: adrenaline, booze, self-deception, indecisiveness, random drugs, happiness...

More when my brain reforms.

[Oh, and I'll be writing a paper all weekend, scouting out the Hyatt Saturday night, possibly at school on Sunday, sleeping a lot, staying relatively sober, lending money to various unsavory types, writing "creative" stuff, etc...]

I should learn how to sketch some time.