One of Matt's former coworkers is in town this week, so tonight we took him to Painfully Spicy Restaurant of Pain (or, Classic Sichuan, if you go by the name on their sign). This is quickly becoming the place to dine with Matt's ex-coworkers, as this was the second time we've taken one of them there, and he loved it. The food is really excellent, painful but with enough great flavor to make you want to endure it. I love spicy food, and this place is just on the cusp of my tolerance level.
We got home, and I fell over. I didn't mean to, and I'm not usually one for taking naps, but I'd been up late the night before, and when the endorphins from the spice wore off, I was curled up on the couch and my eyes wouldn't stay open. I woke briefly a couple of times. I think I had a conversation, but I'm not sure, and then I vaguely remember wandering into the second bedroom and faceplanting again. I don't know why I came in here instead of actually going to my own bedroom. Maybe because it was in my head that I wasn't going to go to sleep for the night, which is what going to bed would connote. So, of course, now it's 3am and I'm wide awake, because my body's gotten all the sleep it's used to getting in a night. Sometimes if I putter around, I can fall asleep again, but I don't want to start something too involved, so that's what I'm trying to do by babbling here.
I know I haven't babbled here in a while. I kind of miss it, but I'm never really sure what to say these days. Maybe it's because I'm spending so much time on other people's words that I don't have the patience to sit down and create words of my own.
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