I survived the Grand Gala du Cigare. I survived my 18-hour shift. I rule.

Today I feel like I couldn't punch a dent into a pack of butter though. Arms still ache from carrying plates and drinks around. The plates on which the main course was served weighed 1.2 kilograms. Dayamn!

Needless to say that I didn't do much today. Sleeping, reading, gaming, doing groceries with Roomie Rick, and that pretty much sums it up. Tomorrow a visit to mom and dad. They start to complain if I don't visit them at least once a month...