awkward.

I was about to say something. Then, I got distracted and I forgot. There was plenty of music played loudly involved and talking and joy and smiling. I remember the gist of what I wanted to say but I can't quite put to paper in a form that's vaguely recognizable as coherent thought. It's like forgetting how to flip an egg after years of not cooking and any attempt to flip said egg will result in disaster and foolishness of epic proportions.

I feel crusty. Which means I should probably stop fighting and let them win. Rest, I think, is the order for the night.