Woke up relatively early for a Saturday and relished my lack of hangover then made it to my hair appointment where I had my mullet removed in time to go to work at the store for only two hours, after which I went and bought what was quite literally a cheap suit for use at job interviews and squeezed in a visit to the grocery store to put some staples on my credit card before hurrying sluggishly to practice and then to Gringo's for an insanity summit, and then going out to Doll's because a friend of a friend was having his birthday party there and an old married couple bought a private dance and later while driving through the alley by Jenn's house a pack of guys walked by my car and threw beer on it and I realized there is nothing in the world I will ever be able to do about that and went to bed sober and ambivalent and dreamt I was back in London.