So, Sunday night I went to Helter. Got a late start, unfortunately, and didn't bring a book for the times I wasn't dancing, but I'm glad I went. Said hi to some people, but didn't converse with anyone. I also got an unprecendented parking spot right in front of the club! That was pretty cool.

Monday morning, supposedly there was an earthquake, but that's a government perpetrated lie. I was awake around the time it supposedly happened (yay, coughing--not) and felt nothing. I caught up on my television while I put together my image of a functioning human. I made myself a sandwhich, watched more TV and cursed the fact that someone else was using the computer and that I had virtually no gas in my car.

Eventually there was dinner. Then that was over.

Having no gas in my car, I made a few phone calls and basically solidifed the fact that I wasn't going to hit LK tonight, which was no big loss since I heard that our lovely hostess wasn't going to be there anyway. I spent the rest of the evening watching Showtime's Best of Penn & Teller: Bullshit! marathon and The History Channel's Christmas programming while I untangled the verwünscht Weihnachtslichter to hang on the verdammt Weihnachtsbaum that was bought after dinner.

I finished with the lights, arranged them poorly, and left the ornaments for someone else to fuck with. In the process, I let the Earl Grey get too fuckin' cold.

At some point I will sleep, since I need to make treks to both of the civilized airports this Tuesday...