Shuts down the workstation,

throws back the rest of that vodka in my glass,

put mom to bed,

I throw on my Darth Vader PJs,

pulls back the sheets to hop into bed and there's a car beeping horn from the driveway, probably waking half the neighborhood.

I peek out the front window and it's the fellas.

Not supposed to get here until tomorrow, but hey, guess we're going to be up for a while.

It's likely we're going to finish that bottle of Chopin tonight.

All that to say you should assume any nostr notes from this point forward and for the rest of the night is was PUI (posting under the influence).

Take that for what it's worth. Good night nostr fam....I think.