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I got incredibly drunk last night. I didn't remember that I had naught but toast for dinner till I started feeling REALLY GOOD just as I took a sip of my last drink of the night. And then I'm like "OMFG I AM DURNK." I'm a happy drunk I tell you. Happy happy happy. but also an unable-to-move drunk. I was tired of standing. So I sat down and talked with hotcrab and xamichee. I kind of wanted to hit on someone but I just was too drunk, plus a bit of a headache or something.

Boom Bip and Four Tet were enjoyable though. As far as I remember, I mean. I wish it hadn't been quite so loud - I did remember earplugs this time - because it's more nice background music than get-up-n-dance music. Anyway I was pretty psyched about my job interview next week (note to self: read SQL books at B&N this weekend), plus, you know, alcohol, that it was all good. I'm going to skip going to the gym again, but I think I'll be going downtown and walking a lot soon so it isn't too big of a deal. And I think I will have a diet cola and work on my novel.

without the neuroses

It's stupid to make blanket assumptions/judgements about ethical behavior, because unless you've actually been in that situation you don't know what you'd do. Now if you've been in the situation - you still can't judge because no situation is exactly like the other one.

Anyway. I can't even remember what brought that on. I edited the next ten thousand words in my novel. Only fifty to go. I didn't move from the computer for five hours, and I multi-tasked like a bitch. When I don't multitask I'm even better. What's really inspiring to me, I must admit, is reading avphibes old entries. Not the making-out-with-cute-guys parts, but the freelance-artwork parts. It almost made me want to draw something, but I couldn't find any paper. So I settled for editing the novel. I'll probably finish in a week or less, then I start the arduous rewrite project. And, hopefully, write some query letters and get an agent. Please please please.