It's Not My Party But I'll Cry If I Want To

Can't sleep. Might as well go online again and type up what's keeping me awake.

Came home from Allan's party around 11:30 PM. It was really kinda early, but I felt I had to go home right away. There were a lot of people already by that time, and I'm deeply sorry to Allan, but seriously I needed to go home before my brain starts to hyperventilate.

Nevertheless, it was an enjoyable party. I got to see some people I haven't seen for a long time -- friends, people from work, people I don't think I'd ever see again, etcetera. The food was great, and I especially liked the olives in the spaghetti. My only regret was there wasn't any alcohol. Heh.

Overall tho, it was a nice get-together on a perfect Saturday evening. Wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

Sooooooo... what's keeping me awake? I'm honestly not sure. Maybe it's not related to the party this evening, maybe it is. Maybe it's a lot of other things... Or on the other hand, maybe it's nothing. Maybe it's just me. I don't know. Should I make a list?

No... I'd rather not. I don't know.

What I DO know is I'm suddenly thirsty. I'm gonna go grab something to drink downstairs. Hopefully something with alcohol in it.