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I think some part of my heart may have died on witnessing this radioactive contamination taking place.
Into serious news, I still haven't cried over Greg...well, not really. I cried a little yesterday morning, but that was because I was in a manic mood and I was talking to Phil online, and he said that not only would he not be out last night, but he wouldn't come to Skates tonight and I had been totally up and then realising that my cute boy wouldn't be there to distract me from Greg and Susie doing on the dancefloor all night prompted a brief outburst from me.
However.
Ah, however.
Phil said that instead of going out last night, he wanted to go out for a lunchtime bender...and invited moi. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Yay for you, Phil! Anyway, we didn't end up doing anything aside from smoking and drinking from about midday to midnight, although I did get the nicest hug ever at the end of the night. I thought about maybe making out with him, but if he'd said no it would have really runied the moment, as well as, you know, destroying the universe and everything.
Also, Greg's breaking up with Suzanne. I would be way more happy and doing a little "Dude, I'm evil" dance over this, but Greg's dumping her over some problem he has that means he can't have a girlfriend. I'm worried about him, I feel terrible for Suzie, who really deserves a million times better, and I'm kind of worried that the problem might be an STD which, having had sex with Greg a few months back, I may have picked up, or even worse, transmitted to him. This is a very left-field idea, however, and should mostly be ignored.
OK, just a small evil dance, because I had an ace day yesterday, and I have more drinking planned for tonight.