magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

there were computers that i could use today at work, but they were having issues and getting the simplest things done was painful and frustrating. towards the end of the day i realized that there was no way i was going to finish both of the projects that i was working on. and i had to give up the more fun of the two and focus on the mind-numbingly boring one.

had dinner with chris at a trendy vegetarian restaurant in the village. i had wanted to try something new. he wasn't too into the atmosphere, but the food was great.

and from there we walked over to max's. max was in chris sculpture class at risd, although we had never met. we hung out there for a while, and then went out drinking with max's roommate and his roommate's girlfriend. their relationship didn't seem all that committed. and she's hot. and i've been crushing all week on random people.

jen, this girl, got really drunk. max hailed her a cab and sent her home. i proceeded to get pretty good and drunk myself.

[i was taking notes on what was happening, for future inclusion here, but find that my generally very neat and readable handwriting can become nearly indecipherable when i'm drunk.]

i walked to the subway. waited forever for the F train. fell asleep on the platform. caught a train. paced back and forth on the L platform, swearing. 'fuck, fuck, fucking train. i just want to go home and climb into bed and pass out.'