On crack.

Yesterday, Friday, January 25th, some friends and I went to eat at this restaurant (Longhorn). We ate a lot: appetizers, soups, salads, meat, pasta, and dessert. The thing is, the dessert was called "Chocolate Stampede". It's a cake with six different kinds of chocolate. Needless to say, after we were finish eating (although we didn't ate it all, it was too big) we were high on a sugar rush. And thus, we suspected that instead of sugar, they used cocaine or crack. We couldn't stop laughing. The rush lasted until I almost killed a cat with my car, which was several hours later. After that, I was scared, because I didn't want to kill a kitty, Mariam was scared because of the lonely street we were in, and Cathay was scared because of the way I was driving. When we got home, she almost kissed the ground, but instead started tackling me! Yesterday was a lot of fun. I laughed so much that I cried, and then got scared, and ,lastly, relieve to be home. Oh, and a bit angry because of all the criticizing of my driving. >__>