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Thank you all muchly for you birthday wishes and continued support for my friend!

Let's talk about my birthday first, eh? First order of business: I didn't drink, because I remembered that two of my three psych meds don't allow for that. So while it was a cool birthday, the number 21 itself really had no significance.

But it was awesome nonetheless; my cousin, her husband and my sister took me out to Dick's Last Resort, a place I've been wanting to see just out of curiousity. It was pretty cool but i don't know if I want to go again; the constant napkin-throwing just got annoying, as did the live band, and I actually choked when the waiters insulted me, responding only with a blank stare and a creepy smile (Rocky Horror is a much better venue in terms of the staff being rude to you, but of course there's no food!)

When it got too obnoxious even for me, we decided to move to the patio where I was presented with my birthday cake; it had a picture of Christopher Walken (my favorite male icon) printed onto the frosting and I simply laughed my ass off. Funny side story: We forgot to take the cake out of its pink cardboard box before lighting the trick candles and then the wind started blowing and we realized the unquenchable flames and were less then an inch from the perimeter of the box! So we had to run back into the reseraunt and beg for a "big ass glass" of water to finally extinguish the candles in. Walken was unharmed.

So after a few more gag gifts and a nice gift card to music Trader we decided to just walk around down-town SD, which eventually led to our taking the elevator to the top of the Hyatt while passing a bunch of tuxedo-wearing snobs both upways and down.

And our final stop? The local F-Street sex shop where we all looked around and made fun of the products even though we each eventually bought something. True, knowing what each person was going to do with their merchandise once they got home was vaguely incestuous, but it was it was still fun, especially when the cashier said something to the effect of "woah, we never get women in here!"

That was the actual birthday night, but it continued into yesterday, this time with my old highschool pals! First, my decidedly hot Pimp-My-Ride reject friend woke me up and asked if I wanted to hang out, so I and another friend hung out at her house where we watched the most hilarious and mind-numbingly ridiculous Japanese B-movie ever, Battlefield Baseball! That shit is going in my "favorite movies" section of every Internet profile I own!

I'll also be going to the San Diego Comic-con with said friends in a few weeks. Exciting!

And finally, another bud of mine, this one rich and very Jewish, took me out to dinner, which doesn't sound too exciting, except that he and I never fail to engage in some of the most amusing and endlessly quotable conversations ever witnessed!

So that was my birthday. Now, on to the continuing chronicles of my ill friend:

She's actually doing much, much better! She's been moved around several times within this current psych ward, but is now in a place with such minimal security that the patients are trusted with really, really hot coffee. The next stop will likely be a local board-and-care, which she's very happy about.

Now this is where it gets interesting: formerly a hardcore Christian and outright prude, so much so that it led to an eventual breaking up of our engagement, my friend is now reverting back to her old, OLD pre-religious self, the one I fell in love with over half a decade ago. She's exhibiting this in ways of varying subtlety, from chronic use of the word "fuck", to breathing new life into tired "cock" puns (the board and care she's going too has a rooster, and she declares she's going to "play with their cock"), to being overtly affectionate with me to the point of tongue kissing, something she decided was too "sinful" even while we were engaged.

I may be going out on a limb here, but there may be a small glimmer of hope for us yet as a couple. I certainly won't take advantage of her in this state, but if, when she is finally stable and fully aware, she still feels as strongly towards me, we may in fact get back together AGAIN!

Like I said, I'm not too sure about it at this point, but the mere prospect of having my one true love restored to me in her original eccentric and uncomprimising glory is enough to seriously demotivate me from the dating game that I was so obsessed with just a few months ago. Think what you will of it, but I suddenly have a returned sense of romantic dedication to this girl and I may as well remain on dating stand-by while I'm already devoted to her as a friend. Does that make sense?

Anyway, thanks again everybody, and I'll try as usual to get back to commenting. Take care, all!