We're gonna have a good time

So. birthday and stuff.

1) The actual weekend of my birthday. The housemate will be out of town most of it, and it's 4 July weekend and stuff, so I'm thinking a low key gathering of folks who want to get together and watch videos and give me prezzies and bring food and soda and watch videos and talk and hang out and do stuff kind of like a party. Tentatively planned for Saturday 5 July any time after about two-ish until people get thrown out around midnight so I can go to bed before work.

2) The week after. Maybe a viewing of LOeG because it will be opening weekend and I'm completely insane. Tersa has suggested Friday night, 11 June, and I would want to have dinner first, somewhere near the cinema to avoid the 'waiting outside for the last stragglers arrive until about half an hour after the movie starts' phenomenon. Perhaps Sushi Lovers or something.

3) What to get me? My Amazon wish list is pages and pages long, if you want quick ideas. However, I'd like hugs and backrubs and petting and skritching and attention and snuggling. Also sex with a hottie in a schoolgirl uniform would not be seen as amiss. So long as said hottie also gave me hugs.

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In other news, the fourth disc that mysteriously refused to burn mysteriously decided to burn this evening. All that's left now is artwork and liner notes.

My foot continues to occasionally hurt. Swelling, no discoloration, and definite pain.

On Tuesday night I did a NERO NPC thing, and I got yummy wonderful soup and then I got to play Creger, the naughty leprechaun. I got to drink, tease cute boys, make inappropriate comments, get cute boys drunk, and ogle the hostess.

I said President of the United States of Love

It was really damn hot today. I once again looked over the list of 'stuff to do this weekend' and blew it all off.

Mel invited me to go up to Wicked City, which appears very Bound-ish, and I was tempted especially since DJ Slaveboy was auctioning off DJ lessons which made me salivate.
But I opted against it, especially since about the only goth clubbing gear I've got is the wool cassock and clubs are too miserably hot even on the best of nights.

I did finally put on some clothes and go to Straw Hat to watch Troupe Samia dance. Ladies, you were wonderful.
I talked to some folks about classes, and despite being male and all I might be able to find somebody to teach me.
And on the way home I heard 'Smooth' on the radio and wanted to cha cha. (This combined with swing dancing with Laura in the middle of the street on Sunday last has reminded me of how much I want to get back into ballroom dance again. I strongly suspect that what I will do is learn enough Middle Eastern style so I can combine the two into a bastardized unholy 'thing that Chuck does'.)

My tummy is decidedly unhappy. Perhaps the heat, perhaps the fact that dinner was crappy greasy food and soda. Perhaps unexamined or unexplained anxiety. Either way, the apartment has cooled to nearly tolerable levels.
And the housemate has started her trek so I don't need to wear clothes.

Tired and worn out despite having done jack shit all day.
But I have the first four Harry Potter books on loan and can now get caught up. Once I finish American Gods.

EDIT
Some of what I'm feeling may be related to the change in my medication levels. Nausea, mental 'fog', and stomach cramps are listed as among the 'initial/short term' side effects.