badseed1980 | (no subject)

Sometimes, it's good to forego sleep for another hour, even if it's already late.

I headed over to

pir's house yesterday after work so I could tell him happy birthday in person. I brought cake. Oddly enough, when offered a choice between cake or death, everyone present wanted cake. Fun with magnetic poetry was had. Example:

"I must manipulate turgid boy handle and enormous love melons soon."

We discovered that if you add the words "of smell" to the end of a magnetic poem, it has the same effect as adding "in bed" to the end of a fortune cookie fortune; to wit, it makes everyone in the room giggle uncontrollably.

I hung around until it was time for all those people who can get up whenever they want in the morning to go to ManRay. Then I bid them all adieu and went home to shower.

'Round midnight,

pierceheart called me. It was a wonderful conversation on many levels. I'm glad I was up late to get it, even though I am tired now. It made me miss him even more. But in a good way, because I know I won't have to miss him forever. Love you, Naaman.

Today I have lunch with

ringer.

lindalee, you crack me up. :) And tonight

geoogo is cooking dinner for me and the lovely Giselle. Mmm. I like being fed. I have nummy chianti and dessert to bring! :)

Hope I manage to get SOME sleep tonight, or I will be a zombie tomorrow at the club. Bleah. Zombie dancing is almost as not-cool as zombie sex. Fortunately I'll be wearing clothes that will probably hold me upright even if I fall asleep on my feet. :)