UFC 207 tonight.  As much as I want to see the fight the whole getting there, getting home and all the shit tomorrow and in between is a whole lot of fucking around.  I would like to hope someone there would be able to take me back to the crib afterwards but the reality is that everyone will probably be fucked up, so my default move is to walk to Grandma's house and maybe crash there until morning. Working until 2030 otherwise. EDIT:  This shouldn't come off any sort of certain way.  I'm stoked to be seeing UFC 207 tonight in the company of my good family in this very sort of way.  The details may suck but it's an experience that I should not miss.  This disorganization in my deli seems to be the underlying issue of any sort of emotional turmoil.