But she hates that the public transport moves so slow...

I ended up out at the bars in costume but as I made calls to see who was where it turns out everyone worth the time is in Madison or elsewhere. Worked out because as I found out outside of Brothers I hadn' brought my ID, although I have the feeling that would only matter at a couple of places on Water. Then I get back to the apartment to read a bit and hit a shower before bed. While I'm in the bathroom I start hearing this banging on the wall coming from the kitchen-ish area. I also start hearing what sounds like my name being yelled in utter panic from outside. I have had a couple beers so I'm trying to figure out what the fuck is going on when I quickly finish the shower, get dressed and go out to the living room to find my roommate nearly literally in the kitchen sink. After about an hour of helping him make it to the bathroom to collapse over the tub and then having to all but carry him into his room I get the fun job of hanging out in the living room because he is convinced that he is going to die. Nevermind that I have to work at 9 AM (it's not real work anyway) and it's 3-ish by this point. After watching a good 20 minutes or so of fantastic weight-loss infomericals I decide it's worth the risk and try to hit sleep. I've got to keep the cat in my room because I didn't want him to go fuck with the roommate, who is sleeping sideways on his bed with his head in a trash can. So to end my wonderful fucking evening I get to be kept up for the better part of the night (early morning by this point) by a cat running circles in my room, pulling trash out of waste basket, jumping on my head and biting the shit out of arm. Fun times.

Segway: I finished Tunnel Vision two nights back. Good book. About a guy traveling to all 250 or so London Underground stations the day before his wedding because of a drunken bet the night before. He's forked over his passport, keys, travel card, credit card and tickets to get to the wedding and his buddy has hidden them at various stations to ensure that if he can't hit every one within 19 hours his wedding (and subsequently future) is fucked. It started off pretty slow and didn't have any huge revelations but did break a lot of literary restraints to be fairly entertaining. I'm reading Fake. Liar. Cheat. right now and it's very obvious this guy liked Fight Club. It is as Chuck Palahniuk-ish as you can get. I'm diggin' it though. It's only 160 pages so hopefully I'll have flown through it within a few days so I can throw down on And They Shall Know Our Velocity!, of which I've heard good things.

Rough. Best Buy time in about an hour, but only until 7. I'm supposed to go out possibly with Mike and his pretentious MIAD students later but I don't know that I particularly want to waste money in this company. No offense Mike. This weekend is really turning out to blow. I'd hit Madison but that doesn't sound particularly intriguing and I have to work at 8AM tomorrow. Not that that's ever stopped me but when it means $40 in gas and 4 hours of driving it might.