On Saturday night, I finally got to partake in a social activity: Joey's housewarming party. She moved into the cutest little one bedroom near, but not actually in, the Tenderloin. It's next to a swanky hotel on one side and a pizza place on the other. There's also a corner store and a video store. Everything a girl could want. Including dirty old men out cruising for whores.

(It's true. The same black Cadillac drove by like four times while we were standing on her corner waiting for a cab. And each time, the rotund bald white guy inside sort of looked us up and down as if trying to determine which, if any of us, were whores. Which is weird because if you want whores, just drive down to O'Farrell and trust me, you'll find 'em. I don't know why he kept driving past us.)

I needed a night out desperately; as the notify list knows, I was hella depressed on Saturday. I don't know what's been wrong with me lately-- although I tend to think it's a lack of social contact. I need to stop turning down social engagements and start getting out more. But on Saturday, I was able to buy that Guinness I've been craving and get nice and sloshed. As we all were, really.

How drunk were we? By the end of the evening, we were doing group karaoke. Minus the karaoke machine. Plus some interpretive dance. I wish I had a picture of Laurie doing her kickass Axl Rose impression, or me playing the air drums with candlesticks. It was... quite a night.

My one regret is that I didn't get to randomly make out with anyone. There weren't too many people there, and not really any kissable boys. Oh well. Next time. I just need to have some random meaningless sex or, like, a sordid affair or something. I better start working on that. Where'd I put my to do list...?

So the next day, I basically slept the entire day, and woke up with a terrific headache. I find it hard to believe that it was a hangover (you'd think that sleeping for an entire day would cure it) but perhaps it was. All I know is that I was incapable of doing much. I was incapable of thought. I just sat at home and watched some movies, and Buffy: The Musical for the 30th, 31st and 32nd times. Then I went back to sleep.

Today hasn't been a huge improvement. I am downloading the Zoo Tycoon demo in the hopes of finding out that the game sucks and therefore I won't want to buy it. I am trying to hold off until Wednesday when Hot Date comes out, because I can't really afford to be buying computer games left and right, and as soon as Hot Date is here, in theory, I won't care about Zoo Tycoon anymore.

Besides which, all evidence to the contrary, I don't have a whole lot of time for computer games. Today, though. Now today, I have time for computer games. I don't feel like doing anything else, so why not?

And yet, there's so much I should be doing. I should be doing homework, first and foremost. I should be cleaning my place. I should be filing my papers. Entering poetry contests. Updating my submission tracking folders. Making the mo pie CDs (I've been slowly making them, but it seems that I can only make one per day because my CD burner sucks.) Any one of the hundreds of other things on my to do list.

But, you know, sometimes, you just need a break. Sometimes you need a weekend of nothingness. And by god, this weekend is it.

"He spent today bragging about the reading of my poem, and he told me I was 'fucking incredible... you brought the house down.'"