Let There be Light

Apparently, the electrician came and fixed everything yesterday because when I got home and absent-mindedly flipped the switch in my room, all four lights in the ceiling blazed on and about blinded me. If I hadn't just come from drinking beers with my co-workers and boss at Wankers (a peanut shells on the floor, beer served in a metal bucket style saloon in Wilsonville) and before that out in the sun at the company picnic, I might have gotten to enjoy the newly restored electricity and watch a movie or something, but I was so tired that I fell asleep in the bathtub, woke up about an hour later and crawled into bed. Didn't even move until the alarm went off this morning. And yes, the bar is really called Wankers. Nice one.