Friday woooooooooooooew! I’ve realised the past several weeks that I am conditioned to feel like a drink or two (or six) on a Friday evening. On the way home I just really start feeling like having a drink, just because it’s Friday.
Today being no exception, I had a few drinx while working on rebuilding my personal website. At around 9pmish we went to our friend Honi’s Wonderland partie in Camp Hill. Jason was sober and drove, and I drank a happy tea once we arrived (Wonderland themed partie being an ideal environment).
Dressed as a cat pink&black (Jason didn’t dressup, spoilsport), I chatted with a few new people (some very interesting ones) and had an okay time, but eventually began feeling a bit weird so asked Jason to go home. I grinned all the way home and lay awake all night listening to the sounds coming from inside my head, like when I swallowed or ground my teeth.
There could be a TED talk on how, when we are absolutely certain a noise means no danger, like when it is coming from within our own heads, we just don’t hear it. It doesn’t even register. I heard quite a few strange within-head-noises that were completely unfamiliar to me, so.