Work got out early -- it was a five hour shift. Yay! Not yay paycheck, but yay sleep.
Walked home. Called Darkside. Chatted. He was as tired as I was. We signed off to get naps right about when I got to the apartment. 14 minutes.
I slept hard. V picked me up and we did the Cafe Fiat Star Wars Episode II night. I didn't see any of the rest of the writing group there. The Father from Father's Flicks was presenting beforehand. I found it grin-worthy that he and I had both chosen to focus on the story as the story of Anakin Skywalker's fall and redemption -- him in the Catholic look at things, and me when telling the Star Wars story arc to the Little Fayoumis to give him the idea of the thing without spoiling the sub-plots. (I still find the sound of the Little Fayoumis saying passionately, as Luke, "I know what is behind the mask!" to be worthy of goosebumps.)
V couldn't get me all the way home, but she did drop me off at the bus stop. Alas, that the last bus had gone by two minutes before she dropped me off. I called Dawn to chat while waiting for the bus. We chatted about VetPal. She had to go break up a cat fight. I called
amberfox, who wound up looking up the bus schedule for me, and determined that yeah, I was in trouble. I called trystan_laryssa's phone, which has crappy reception, to try to talk to figment0 (it was game night). figment0 came to rescue me, fortunately. I had to shout to be heard, and even so he was only getting one word in twenty. Fortunately, "stranded", and "central and McDowell" came through. Next Saturday, a better exit strategy is in order. I wonder if the 17 and the 19 run later on Saturdays.
