Another Friday Night

The heat has returned to Chicago, so I've been pasted to the couch watching tv and reading Norweigan Wood directly under my ceiling fan.

Last night I drank too much, and sort of don't remember most of what was said. Oh well, I had a pretty good time. We went to the Rainbo and I drank cheap vodka tonics all night. Then the usual great idea at the time but really awful idea happened: hot dogs at Underdog at 2 a.m. At this point some fool keeps talking to me, to the point where I had to give him a fake phone number. He even tried to get me to hang out today. Who does that? Way to pick someone up at Underdog at 2 a.m. dude, ain't gonna work. Seriously I'm starting to get majorly disgruntled with my dating life here.

Tonight Torri, JP and I are going to Fernandos for mexican. I'm not sure what will happen after that. Maybe I'll just come home and be a loser.