So, Thursday was Perversion with Bruce and Rebecca. Much fun to be had. I was blitzed pretty good and the music was decent. And lemme tell ya, nothin' gets the foul taste of vodka out of your mouth like the foul taste of Pepsi... ;)

Friday was a few rounds of M:TG at Adam's. Much retro-goodness. Has anyone else felt the odd sensation of getting slaughtered by a deck you built yourself?

Saturday was Dungeon with the Split-meister. Better music than on Thursday ("Holy fuck! Are they playing Massive Attack? Kickass!) and almost too many good songs in a row ("need...rest...feet...killing me..."). We also finally broke in the flask that Thea got me for...uh, some special event that I'm a bastard for having forgotten. My vodka stockpile continues to be depleted!

Sunday was Armageddon with Heather and Drew, which was just too much goddamned fun. My thanks again to my lovely hosts for the PPV and the munchables; t'was the most fun I've had in front of a TV since...well, since last week's 24, anyway. :)


Of course, all this good stuff occured at night, when I've been able to function. Daytime has been another matter entirely, wherein I find myself thoroughly congested, suffering a sore throat that doesn't burn (rather, it seems to be trying to close up and kill me), and unable to stay hydrated (with all of the pain that provides). I think it was Saturday morning when I freaked out because, by the feel of me, I'd apparently lost my near-legendary ability to generate body heat. At the moment, it's pretty damn diminished and that's just not good.

It's gotten to the point where I'd rather not actually try to sleep, since going too long without drinking something results in agony. Maybe I need a fucking IV or something...

Anyway, for now, if you want to call me up, wait for the sun to go down.