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For whatever reason, I'm dragging this week in getting things taken care of. There is a hell of a lot that needs to be done, and every time I look at a clock I have a heart attack at how much later it is than I thought.

I'm going to try and defer going to a seamstress until tomorrow, that way instead of rushing around and trying to make her work more quickly than she likes, I can give her the whole of the day to make and tilor some pieces for me. That means that I should attempt to juggle something I wanted to do later in the week, and get that done tonight. Yeah, that could work.

Then Saturday I'm back to LA. A friend is having a private event earlier in the evening with two of my favorite DJ's. Across town a bunch of other friends are hosting a fundraising event. In order to bring it all together, I convinced my campmates to host an afterparty event, which will star one of my best friends and favorite DJ's, Armando.

Let's summarize that. For the start of birthday week festivities, I get to go to a kickass private party, then invite everyone I can over to meet up at Space Island, where we'll continue to celbrate and be decadent for as long as we llike. During which time, I'm likely to hear between 3 and 5 of the best DJ's in the business. And then on Sunday night, The Fetish Bar, where I can add another layer of decadence and then hear one of my other favorite DJ's.

You might ask how it would be possible to top that. I already know, and those plans are being put together, actually. All I'll tell you at this time is that it will culminate with the Pisces Passion Party. If you can make it to any of these things, then by all means come...

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