"That which is overdesigned, too highly specific, anticipates outcome; the anticipation of outcome guarantees, if not failure, the absence of grace."
-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
Space lion lost in the cosmos of memory.

What a great night.

Adam and Sophy invited Pete and I over for sausage and pepper sammiches. We picked up salad mixings, cherry pie, and ice cream.

Spent a good four hours killing two bottles of wine (one homemade which Pete supplied, garnered from a friend) and eating some incredibly good food. This is the second real dinner that Adam has had a primary hand in preparing (I already knew that Sophy was a good cook), and I'm impressed. This will hopefully become a very common thing, because it's super.

I'm not so full I feel ill (which is awesome), but am at that stage where I'm completely content.

Great night. I absolutely needed it after the pointless and frustrating day I had at work.

Now to lay in bed listening to all the blues tracks from the various Cowboy Bebop soundtracks and possibly nap until N calls and wakes me up. Mm.

November 16, 2004 11:17 PM