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So apparently I've developed this thing where I wake up at seven in the morning regardless of what time I went to bed the night before.

Yesterday I shut down a bar for the first time in...[?]. We weren't quite the last ones out of there, but the lights had been turned on. I feel that is an accomplishment on my part. But it also means I got home at 3:30. And am awake now. Bleh.

M and I ran errands in Evanston yesterday morning. Nothing special: drycleaning, hardware store. Then we got lunch at this hideously manufactured noodle place (I swear, Evanston has turned into such a monument to conspicuous consumption where I feel like it used to be anything but ) whose food I have to admit I sort of like although my angel hair asparagus thing I got failed to please. At which point I started freaking out about money and how we need to stop giving ourselves over to said consumption and we made a resolution to try to cook breakfast every morning instead of buying shit right before work.

Then I proceeded to spend more money than I was supposed to that night. Bleh. I am not a girl who is true to her own word, at least not when she is giving it to herself.

Ophelia had us all over for girly night ("us all" being pretty much exactly the people I was expecting, despite her invitation to quite a throng. It was elora and LadyK and Olsen, who seem at the moment along with Ms. O to be the people I can count on, which I already ranted to them about and despite the fact that it's not entirely out of my system I will not get into, here, how much people sometimes dissapoint me.) As has been dicussed in others' journals, there were dark green drinks and light green drinks and boob grabbing and nipple examining. I brought wartermelon which I thought would be more popular, first of the "summer" and all, but elora was my only taker. I hope she wasn't just humoring me. She seemed to enjoy it. I also hope we didn't leave the place too messy for sunburntkamel when he got home.

Then on to Rodan where I met hella new people, which was awesome, especially because a lot of them have been on the site for awhile, unlike most of the new people I meet, who are new because they're new. That makes sense, right? There was girl303 and Spiked and notoriousdug, all of whom I already knew, and Hepburn and Roby and cl0ckworkorange and PhantomVI and Hedy (yay! Hedy!) (this purple thing is getting tired, but I know it makes people feel special. At least, it makes me feel special when I am purple in other people's journals. I can only assume it's the same for others. Besides, I think I'm done now, as I can't remember the screennames of the other two SG people I met. One was a friend of Hedy and the other I believe of Hepburn and Roby.) M showed up eventually, which was good. I was worried, especially since my phone had died and I wasn't sure what his plan was and Ophelia had already lost her husband to crossed signals and got to the bar only to find out he was home in bed . I drank beer and smoked of course too many cigarettes. At one point elora made the comment that "No one is as bad-ass as they seem in their journals," which I thought was wonderful. Then I danced a bit with Ophelia and Rody and Hedy and Hedy's (guy) friend, and was acutely aware that I was the only not-a-Suicide-Girl girl and felt very less than. But then I changed my mind and decided I was way cool anyway. And not just 'cause I got to dance with hot women.

Okay, I'm going to try to sleep again.