Manhattan Transfer

I actually made it through the bar crawl to the various parties Saturday night, and somehow ended up in Cellar. After that it's just a metaphysical smear that disproved any tendency toward solipsism I might have had. Apparently, I can complete annihilate myself and the world stubbornly keeps on keeping on.

We're still in a bit of a state here, so the interwebs will be closed for the rest of the day. Get some work done or something.