Saturday. In no particular order, we went to a bar that had tables in alcoves that had good beer but some bad drinks, cried profusely in Nicky's arms, sent bitchy e-mails, mooned fellow bar patrons, spanked a stranger's bare ass, had excessive amounts of McDonald's, became inebriated, trembled, walked around aimlessly in Shibuya, molested a few straight men, kissed a few more, felt ugly and missed my train stop. Twice.
Today. So far: called my mother and bitched, questioned as to whether I'm still drunk, tired, or a curious convergence of both, continued to feel ugly, worried about fall-out of a quasi-nuclear kind, and watched TV.
Yeah. Fun.
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