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Nothin' fancy...
No hip-hip-hoorah.
I've been sick with some kinda allergy/flu thingy since Sunday morning. It's from the extreme weather fluctuations here... cold and rainy one day, bright and sunny another. Back and forth. Push me pull me. Knee me in the shiznit while you're at it, Mama Nature.
Last Thursday evening, I went out with friends to Thomas Street Tavern for St. Paddy's Day night... big mistake as I rarely drink. I got bombed and it hurt. I saw a bunch of strangers... even people I've known for a long time are now pretty much strangers to me. Lives shift, people go different ways. Even the people I was with, I have never really connected with them, so ever the actor, I put on a happy face, and all were satisfied.
Then I went to The Penguin, where almost everybody is so preciously rockabilly emo and stuck on themselves. I felt like the ugly red-headed stepsister, only with different plumbing, you know what I mean. One really hot girl hit on me, but she was drunk too, so that kinda cancels itself out. Like a damn fool, I attempted to walk home, then actually gathered my senses, went back to The Penguin, and had them call me a cab... to the tune of seven bucks. I tipped the cabbie three, even though the bastard went the long way.
I am going to turn in now, see y'all later.