Ocular migraines suck.
Category: Journal
My Head Hurts
My Head Hurts.
Someone is paying for it
A Party or two
So I think we’re going to be having another party (or two), and I wanted to invite you, my closest friends, first. We don’t have a definite date set yet, but I believe we’re aiming for Saturday June 16th. I’ll let you know when we get it nailed down. If the 16th isn’t good for you, please, please, please, respond to this or email me, so we can take your special case into consideration. We know we have several different types of friends, so I’ve already begun to plan the party with this in mind. Some people will get invitations that don’t mention the calmer early part of the party, and some people will get invitations that don’t mention the orgy.
Home again, home again, jiggety-jog.
Went out dancing. Decided to have a few drinks. Just got home. If my typing is especially horrendous, or I seem to make not enough sense or be too honest, perhaps it is fair to blame it on the poison that still courses through my veins. Julie decided to come home a little earlier than I expected. It is two AM as I begin this, and I will certainly be noticably poisoned until a bit after three. We started out so late that we said we would stay for after-hours. Se did that, a little, I guess. I were there until 1:30 or so before we left, found a Taco Bell (Oh, delicious bean burritos), and went to our seperate homes. I tried to get her to come inside to munch down on her Taco Bell, but she said she had to share her cheese with her dogs, and wanted it to still be warm when she got home. Whatever.