Mmmmm

Karaoke last night was fantastic. I danced until the front of my shirt was completely soaked with sweat, which is much nicer than it sounds. The thing about being in good shape is that you can do that sort of thing more easily. I saw Nick, and Anthony, and Mimi, and Mike, and Lindsey, and Kat, and a happy drunk Bob. Mike and Bob and I went for Pho afterwards and it tasted so good-- important, because food down here's been slightly turning my stomach. Tastes like sugar and chemicals.

I also nabbed my ticket for the Masquerade on the 29th, hung out with Anthony, and was a successful comfort-y type person to a loved one. You know, it feels *really good* to be able to make someone feel better. I can't, ususally-- usually you're helpless against that sort of thing.

Updated Thingy, correct if seive-mind is occurring:

Thurs: am-early afternoon: Lizzy's, space (remember to eat in here, Greenie. Mom?), Drew, possibly drop in at the Remedials show

Fri: Eva am, space (Drew? Seawall bike ride? Wait, there is no seawall), Organix with Cat and Nick evening?

Sat: Breakfast with Crazychris?, Kynnin and Mouse's wedding party, Sin City

Sun: Avi