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Ugh... Hangover. jumperfucker and I went bar hopping last night to get his mind off how stupid fandom has been being cons_detective , and... we both got a little more pished than we'd intended. *G*
jumperfucker is a perfect gentleman and let me stay at his place, and even sleep in his bed, because it's closer to the ballet lessons I have to take for my current part (also, it probably wouldn't have been a good idea for me to try and get home myself, considering I believe I was trying to explain the sexism in Italian opera by drunkenly singing non pagliacci non son from Pagliacci and couldn't actually walk without support). Ugh. Pirouettes and grande battements with a splitting headache and only a few hours of sleep.I'd say that's my idea of fun, but it's really, really not.
Jumperfucker is in the shower right now, and I only have a few minutes on here. Not even enough time to check my f-list. We're going to go get a nice breakfast as soon as he's ready, and nurse our hangovers. His must be really bad, because he sure did look grumpy when I got up.
Maybe today can be a wank holiday, or something? Just a nice day in? Please?
ETA- Seriously, guys? This? And that is only the tip of the iceberg, and I haven't finished reading everything yet. How low can you get? I meant that he gave me his bed, while he took the couch. The hubby wouldn't have wanted me braving the streets in that condition any more then I wanted to, and NOTHING HAPPENED.
Way to make a crappy morning worse, fandom.