Oh man, just over 3 days until Shambhala. It's going to be a disgustingly good festival.

I've randomly run into a few people (friends and randoms) who by chance are going as well. This is going to be a blast, I'm glad I'll know a few people now.

Had a bit of a potluck dinner except only with appetizers and there were only 4 of us. So I guess a more apt description is we all brought some food over to Adrian's. I make a kickass brushetta by the way.

This was followed by the first night out dancing since the foot was fractured. It's all good now, I can still give 'er all night long. I've forgotten how much I missed Bamboo, it's the shit.

I was talking with a few randoms at Bamboo, and it's funny because everyone has the same schedule of bars. Hai Karate Thursday at Hi-Fi and Saturday at Bamboo. This city needs more funk dammit!

Getting home when the sun is way past rising is odd. Seeing people on the train going to work when I'm just done partying makes me re-evaluate my lifestyle. Maybe.

I doubted it before, but psychology is getting to be a very accurate field. I took a personality test and the results are damn near spot on. I thought I was the only one! (There's a whole 1 percent of us in the general population).