Stayed up insanely late yesterday. Went to go see Kari perform at the Funnybone in Omaha as part of the "funniest person in Omaha" contest (sort of like a comedy amateur night with prizes). Got to see her get totally robbed on the judging (she? Killed the crowd. The winner? This dumbassed unfunny redneck whose entire routine was Internet-distributed jokes about jerking off). It wouldn't have been so bad if a) she'd lost to one of the other contestants (a couple of them were pretty funny in their own right, I thought) or b) the winner had gotten a massive amount of laughs from the crowd. Neither of these things were true, unfortunately.
So she got way drunk and I drove her home and we ended up hanging out at her apartment with her roommate and talking about Neil Gaiman and H.P. Lovecraft, among other stuff. "Nicholas Was"? Best. Story. Ever. And, well, I didn't get home until 4:30 in the morning. Well, that's the benefit to being unemployed.
Today: Laundry! Meh.