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tonight is a night i was destined to stay home and do nothing. after spending a solid week being social, then attempting to fight it off this week and failing, it's friday night and bam, i'm home.

i have an invite or two, but i don't feel good at first. then i'm ready to go out and all is suddenly dead. so i curl up and watch tv for the first time in ages.

finally i turn out the lights and go to bed. then i get a call. the club is open for two more hours. let's go.

awesome.

so i make a trip to the bank, and notice i'm pulling to the left side.

fucking flat tire.

so here i am, waiting on a jack to put on my spare, hoping i will have more than 15 minutes before the club closes by the time i get there.

whee.

update 3am:

called AAA and talked to someone i used to work with, who recognized me and got me someone posthaste. after 15 minutes of waiting for the man with the jack whilst dressed to the nines, he arrived, we had a chat about the other calls he had been on that night, and i was on my way. got in a solid hour of dancing, and saw more people than expected.

some people just don't need implants. most people, actually.

now who wants to be my dashiki lover?