Sitting across from three of my co-workers, a handful of new people, in the third bar of the evening and I am at a loss for energy, thought and words. The beer was good. The sushi was good. But I wasn’t firing on all cylinders and craved the bed more than camaraderie. The first chance I got, I bolted. There was thought of an after-set, for which I pleasantly excused myself albeit silently so. Bed. Bed. Bed.