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msfledermausI went out to Hard Mondays last night, and broke the cardinal rule of going out:
BYOG...(Bring your own Goth. In other words, don't go alone.) I think I talked to all of three people, and one of them was a coworker working coatcheck. (He's leaving rhymes-with-Stalker. It's a pity, he's a neat guy.) I drew for a while, danced a little, got tired and a little depressed and went home around 12:30. (I'm not much of a scene maker these days.)
So now I'm still really tired. My bad for going out on a "school night" I reckon.
Ms eff, fighting with the fax, loaded on caffeine, and needing a nap.
BYOG...(Bring your own Goth. In other words, don't go alone.) I think I talked to all of three people, and one of them was a coworker working coatcheck. (He's leaving rhymes-with-Stalker. It's a pity, he's a neat guy.) I drew for a while, danced a little, got tired and a little depressed and went home around 12:30. (I'm not much of a scene maker these days.)
So now I'm still really tired. My bad for going out on a "school night" I reckon.
Ms eff, fighting with the fax, loaded on caffeine, and needing a nap.
