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well, this has been a surprisingly busy weekend for me. i think it's made to feel busier by the fact that i'm still not un-sick, and everything takes about eight times the original effort to complete.

friday night i stayed in like a loser...even i-boy, who stays in his room and reads most of the time, said "but it's friday night!!" i tapped away on my laptop, scouring the gay personal ads in sight of my next victim, err...potential friend, i mean...replied that i was indeed a loser. i even had a "come out come out come out!" phone call, from a friend who never goes out. there is a new night at our original old haunt and it promised much suitable music. apparently it delivered, too.

but alas. there were several things keeping me at home...the sickness prevailing, nervousness over funds, sheer laziness, and the fact that s. was going and i'm still not ready to be a drunken slut around s. in public...or private, i suppose.

i made it up to her by going over yesterday and cleansing the apartment of spiders. yes, that's right - there was a minor spider..infestation..in a corner of the main room. oh god, thank god my brother trained me as a child by melting daddy long legs with a magnifying glass - i'm not skittish when it comes to spiders like i am with cockroaches or snakes. no, strike that. i *am* skittish when it comes to spiders approaching the size of my hand. growing up in australia, these were quite commonplace. my other brother suffers from arachnophobia as a result.

so i took everything off the shelf she used as a pantry, wiped all the jars down with lemon all-purpose cleaner, trashed anything open...discarded many bug-husks, egg sacs, dropping, webs, and spiders themselves...and then in the middle of all this, the cats cornered a mouse. so i had to be even more butch and have no fear in this *tiny* little mouse. trapped it under large tupperware (only dropped it with the girly "ewuhuhueuha!" shriek once, i might add!) and liberated it outside. then back to the spiders.

then i dragged i-boy to a house party, and had about as much fun as one can have in an hour...then i went to my regular fave dyke event, but it was well after last call and by the time i wrangled my way in, there were very few people left. but that's alright...i think the combo of the alcohol and sinus medication had finally kicked in and i was in no shape to be doing much of anything at that point, including trying to get laid.

so s. just called me up and wanted me to come over, and of course i have to read an entire book on the french revolution today (for tomorrow's class) and i really can't just drop everything to go over. i do feel bad, but i'm not her girlfriend anymore. we can't have lazy sundays together "like we used to" because i have obligations to my life, and i made this decision knowing that i couldn't accomodate two lives anymore.

but of course, i compromise.

and i'm going over for dinner, which means i better fucking read this book, or else i'll have to kick myself twice as hard tomorrow.