Day Fifty Four

Just got home from the Townclock --- it was your typical "Night in the Porta Potta" for me. The townclock seems to do that to me for some reason. I didn't eat any mystery meat this time, nor did I drink... so I don't know what the deal was. All I know, is that I wanted to just go home - but being the sober one, I had to stick around until everyone else was ready to leave. Oh well, someone has to do it!