Part I : "three little houses full of spirits..." or "friday night"

You already got the expanded version from my previous log...basically me going out to visit a friend I hadn't seen in a long time who happen to be trashed beyond belief, then going to another friend and pretending to deliver pizza, and lastly going to the house and arguing with another guy about who the greatest boxer of all time was. Then I crashed there and got up having little sleep and had to drive home first then straight to work.

Now I am quite the procrastinator...I rarely give myself enough time to actually make it to work...on time...and so I frequently have to drive a little faster than usual to get there. On Saturday I was driving on the highway and I was going 90 mph. Normally that's the "red zone" and you are just asking to be given a ticket at that speed. But in this case there was no way I was going to be pulled over. I was actually going SLOWER than the flow of traffic...people were passing me left and right and my mind couldn't really put it together. Was my odometer broken?! How is it possible that I'm going 90 mph and everyone is passing me?? I was quite stunned and I decided it was best not to think about it. Needless to say I did get to work on time...