2003-02-23 - 3:45 a.m.

Wow - it's been such a long time since I've gone out on an all-out fyller�, only to have an entire weekend dedicated to booze. I have no idea what I'm doing up at a quarter to four in the morning, but I have a sneaking suspicion that it might have something to do with the Red Bulls I drank for the three hour home from Santa Cruz. I had a great time at Jaide's birthday party and the Teonan�catl Truffles Sam helped me make in our port-induced chocolatierian frenzy (huh?) seemed to make an excellent gift. I was tempted to stay down there one more night just to taste them and enjoy a wonderful shroomy state of mind with the group. But nah... I probably shouldn't have put up the new template before finishing it, but I couldn't stand the John Ashcroft page. Icky. There's just something so undeniably pleasant about the doobie smoking Mr. Clean. I'll have to finish the page tomorrow. Hopefully. A jeez. I had so many thoughts I wanted to write down from the drive home. But, uh, yeah, the sleep deprivation is kicking in hard and my mind is all fuzzy like from the, hiccup, weekend.