I'm really tired. I was out too late last night, but it was a pretty fun time. On the way to work, I was composing this whole thing about how invisible I am, but I don't really feel like writing it up now. I feel more conversational than expressive in my writing, so I'll just do a description of last night.

Went to Grace O'Malley's with two guys from work (including the coworker) and the coworker's roommate (one of them, the other that I know better didn't feel like going out).

(Hang on, going to edit this later)