last night was a fun evening of sampling the new sushi place around the corner from my house. i didn't really have sushi (i don't "do" sushi), but i did have some pretty kickass chicken fried rice. i'd chance to say that sapporo is the first place that can hold a flame to the kim's chicken fried rice. totally. i rolled up there to meet the girlfriend (that's a bizarre concept) and a friend of her's, then we went back to my place to wait on another friend. so we chilled, clyde (my cat) impressed everyone with her ability to be the cutest, most affectionate (not to mention most annoying) little creature that has ever walked the earth.

after the other friend finally arrived, we headed out to the back door (after we finished watching the first episode of twenty four, of course). a few beers were consumed, free cigarettes were scammed for one of the friends (i think she scored 8 packs between us all), and then the girl and i headed back to my place so i could drive her home. it ended up being an early night (despite the appearance at the bar), so i crawled into bed and read until i fell asleep.

i tell you what…if the fucked up dreams i had last night were any indication of what it's like to get a normal amount of sleep, the standard 8 hours, count me the fuck out. dreams of possessed houses lived in by demonic little milk cartons (the little cardboard quart things like they gave you in grade school), people named dgdg (pronounced dog-dog) that were total homicidal maniacs, cornfields in the wilds of kentucky, dirt roads, an suv and a handgun, body thieves (think possession, pod people shit), and loads of other shit. at least one of the last things i remember is kicking the car door into dgdg's crazy face as he tried to drag me out of the vehicle. that's when i discovered the handgun and put most of the clip into his crazy grille, as well. hard earned dream victory for me, huh? at that point i woke up, headed to the bathroom, and decided that sleep is for kids.

and yeah…i went back to sleep and dreamt of driving off cliffs and living. great. i can't win.

today they're having a bake sale here at work. some joker brought in krispy kreme doughnuts. that's almost as entertaining as the idiot that brought in fat free twinkies. way to go, champs.

man or astroman? is playing tonight. i don't know if i'm heading to that, or not. i'm currently weighing that against "quiet evening at home." should be a fun contest. tomorrow night may end up being euchre night. damn straight. that i can't wait for…