Let's recap the last 48 hours:
Friday night.. work, Resident Evil:3d.. The 'Box until 2am.
Saturday... The 'Box at 11.30am with Pops for the Husker game.
Saturday afternoon... milled around and watched the new 'Broken Lizard movie'... Redbull kicks me in the butt, and I head to The 'Box for some drinks at 12am. Bus shows up, I police the crowd, and become mildly sickened by Katie telling her mom "I love you and I will call you in the morning".
I flee heading towards home to have Glimpet call me and advocate I go to Gabe's place.

I find the place with only one wrong turn and hang out, take shots, and drink beer.

At 4am I head home, again, and am blasting Sponge while slaloming the 156th from Q to Pacific. I realize my emotional illness due to scenes, I shall never be able to repeat, has passed and take joy in the fact I am the only person on the road. Life is calm and the metaphor is apparent.

I sigh as I get home to write this- what a fucking emotional roller-coaster my life is....

The night ends with AIJane playing Blink182's 'Miss you '. How fitting.