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You know that saying, "it never rains but it pours?"

That goes for soft, warm, summer rain as well as cold miserable winter rain.

Something I need to remember right now, that's all.

very brief weekend update

Friday: Tura Satana and Faster Pussycat, Kill! Kill! at Midnight Mass with lots of delightful friends, including but not limited to claudimp and final_girl on my left, and cindymonkey on my right.

This is my time to meet icons in person, it seems. (Cf. my post about Peter Berlin.) Again, I was just ga-ga over Ms. Satana, who is even more kick-ass in person, at almost 67 years old. I cannot tell you how sparkly it was.

I was so tired by the time the movie was over that I couldn't open the car door and I had a hard time remembering words, street numbers, directions...made it to my crash space without incident, however.

Saturday morning, I got to cash in the bonus benefit of my crash space by hanging out with debbieann, who had loaned me her (empty) bed for the night. Steven came and picked us both up and whisked us off to Tartine, where I finally got to make up for my horrible empty eclair experience by having a proper custard-filled pastry.

I spent the rest of the day running around doing errands for the evening's event, another one of those sex party things that I run. This involved things like buying bunting and red, white, and blue foil stars. Also cheese and big flats of drinks.

I had a nice red white and blue outfit, too, with bra and ripped jeans and a big dildo. I will reproduce it someday, I promise.

I did no playing at this party, but that's OK. I felt much more relaxed than I usually did, and I managed to play yenta for my sweetie, so it was all good.

Too tired to go out for breakfast at the end of the night, though. Sad.

Sunday was a day of rest, mostly. That night was K'vetch, an open mike thing for those of you who don't know. I see why this is so popular, and I am so sorry I can't be a regular attendee. Everyone was fab, and almost everyone was obedient to the rules and read short. I did not read, and final_girl says that I am disappointing my fans. I replied that this assumes I *have* fans, and I wish to clarify that this means fans of my reading, not of my writing. But she's right. Just to underscore the point, not two minutes later someone greeted me by saying, "you didn't read!" I tried explaining for the umpteenth time that open mikes make me nervous as fuck.

Monday was also a day of rest, because I deserve it. I did get off my ass to try and replace my CD player, only to find, as noted below, that it is still under warranty. I did not write the review I was supposed to. I took a nap instead of working on the Thing In Progress. I managed to get off the couch and go watch fireworks and hang out with a great huge bunch of wonderful people at fattest's house.

Came home to voicemail from my absent love. Did not want to go to work this morning. Wanted to sneak into his apartment and spend the day working on the Thing at his desk and order pizza and leave crusts and half-empty coke cans all over his living room to welcome him home. Instead, I let the cat have a second morning petting session and dragged myself in 15 minutes late.

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I have zapped myself in the nipple -- due to static electricity and the wall of my cubicle -- no less than four times today.