It’s been a rather interesting four days….
Friday
A darkly lit club, loud music, and total loss of self-consciousness = good time. I had a blast at the rave, mainly because I concentrated on having fun, and not on how much of a jackass I must have looked like dancing out there.
Saturday
It started off great. I got some painting done. Ate some Domino’s pizza. More painting. More pizza. Got dizzy and nausious. Lost lunch. Gained food poisioning. Stopped painting.
Sunday
Bed-ridden is not how I imagined spending my 23rd birthday. A long time ago, I made big plans for both New Years and my birthday in 2000, and both times I wound up praying to the porcelin god. Ironic.
Monday
Called out of work because I was still sick. Would be told a few hours later from one of my mother’s friends that this was her "nightmare coming true" and that she would make sure I lost my half of the condo if I didn’t shape up, claiming it was a "death threat". She was more hysterical than normal when she said this, so I let most of it slide by without a remark.
If I get my computer hooked up soon, maybe I won’t have to do four days worth of posts in one entry.
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