not too much to say...

It almost wasn't pub night tonight, very close call. When I got there Kurt was outside smoking a cigarette and showed me a text he was just about to send me saying Joe had showed up uninvited. I was bummed because that meant I was just going to turn around and drive home. While standing outside with Kurt Joe emerged and announced he was heading home. I had this brief fear that he planned to stand outside with us. I surprised myself, I was cold, ice cold bitch Sarah. Usually a sense of guilt and pity outweighs any personal distain I may have for someone. There was a twinge, but no more. He was perhaps the recipient of all my pent up anger and grumpiness from the week. Not that me in that state is so very intense.

I think the salt stuff we have to put in our water is hard on my hair, it feels coarse and dry which is hugely unusual. I can't imagine the stuff is good for our bodies in general, and especially for ingestion. It's like slime, the texture feels like I still have soap on me or shampoo, like it will never rinse out.

I had an interesting experience with a guy that came in to the library today (experience is too strong a word). We just watched each other the whole time from a distance, it was kind of fun. He looked like a built Toby Maguire. The last time we saw each other was passing on the stairs at closing, and again we just looked.

Going to bed with beer and onion rings in my stomach probably isn't the healthiest thing, but that is generally the case on Wednesday nights. (Usually fries, though.) I suddenly feel very sleepy...