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It's the end of fucking July. Can we get a little summer here? C'mon! Everyone else is getting it.
I have been massively tired since my return from Rochester friday night. I ended up feeling the lovely job climbing over that fence did to my knee and shoulder, but it's alright now. And I'd do it again, of course ;)
I slept a lot. The swelling on my hands has been going down, but isn't gone yet, and I wish I had batteries for my camera! These bruises are impressive!
Apparently there was a party yesterday at my house. For my cousin, who just graduated. Her sister came in from Ohio, and I contemplated going back with her. Why shouldn't I go live in Ohio? It's closer to lots of people, and it's cheap to live, too.
Anyway, the party. Lots of people I didn't know. A few people I did know. I was pretty ignored as usual. I woke up and guests were arriving. I god dressed, went down, and without thinking, got a beer. It was 1p. I had a beer breakfast. I eventually realized this and got some real food. I didn't stop drinking until 2a, but unfortunately, it was all beer, so I didn't get drunk (I might actually have been social). Some people ended up going to the bar afterwards and I grabbed ten bucks and had my jager bomb and gorilla fart. And half a taz, which I still don't know if it was alcoholic or not, but it was really good for a cream based substance with ice. And then more beer. This is pretty strange, because I'm not very particular to beer at all. If it doesn't burn on the way down, get it away from me, I use to say. But what the hell ever.
No one was paying attention, so who cares?
Oh... also:
Fiddler's Green Sandman Convention. The only other con I've ever wanted to go to so badly was Comic Con.
I have been massively tired since my return from Rochester friday night. I ended up feeling the lovely job climbing over that fence did to my knee and shoulder, but it's alright now. And I'd do it again, of course ;)
I slept a lot. The swelling on my hands has been going down, but isn't gone yet, and I wish I had batteries for my camera! These bruises are impressive!
Apparently there was a party yesterday at my house. For my cousin, who just graduated. Her sister came in from Ohio, and I contemplated going back with her. Why shouldn't I go live in Ohio? It's closer to lots of people, and it's cheap to live, too.
Anyway, the party. Lots of people I didn't know. A few people I did know. I was pretty ignored as usual. I woke up and guests were arriving. I god dressed, went down, and without thinking, got a beer. It was 1p. I had a beer breakfast. I eventually realized this and got some real food. I didn't stop drinking until 2a, but unfortunately, it was all beer, so I didn't get drunk (I might actually have been social). Some people ended up going to the bar afterwards and I grabbed ten bucks and had my jager bomb and gorilla fart. And half a taz, which I still don't know if it was alcoholic or not, but it was really good for a cream based substance with ice. And then more beer. This is pretty strange, because I'm not very particular to beer at all. If it doesn't burn on the way down, get it away from me, I use to say. But what the hell ever.
No one was paying attention, so who cares?
Oh... also:
Fiddler's Green Sandman Convention. The only other con I've ever wanted to go to so badly was Comic Con.
