Ever have one of those days where you feel like your just piloting a mech (walking vehicles controlled by a pilot, often appearing in science fiction or other genres involving a fantastic or futuristic element.)? I know it sounds odd to say but that’s the best way to describe it. I wasn’t drunk or on medication, I just wasn’t feeling comfortable in my own skin.
I got to work and did the usual meeting / design thing and towards the end of the day I met up with Rob for a quick game of Rock Band. While waiting around I ran into the vice president of my fan club. She smiled! It was odd and totally threw me off. This is the girl that can barely look at me and now she smiled? Must have been gas or a case of mistaken identity. For the record she looked stunning (yum), probably dinner plans with friends or a date.
After a failed attempt at Rock Band I headed home to work out, shower and eat so I could make it to Erik’s Leap Year party at Summers. The city streets were real quite since the weather was shitty but the party was still awesome.
Afterward we got a slice at Rosario’s Pizza and hit Vig but it was a sausage fest. I called it an early night.