Yesterday at Cynthia's house I grabbed a cold Old Dominion Root Beer from the fridge. Except for some reason the Pengs were storing their ODRB next to brown bottles of home-brewed beer. I put back several gulps of fizz before I realized why this particular root beer tasted odd. I have never before had so much beer down my throat at one time. Now I remember why I'm more the Amaretto Sour type.

Happy Halloween: we watched Dead Alive and Eight Legged Freaks; I haven't had laughter-induced stomach cramps for AGES. It felt great. Slight mental slideback but I didn't need to rationalize myself out of it; I just let it go, and it went! (That reminds me; I have to take my meds tonight.)

Lurching across campus in the rain like a soggy Frankenstein!

I want out of C-ville!

Yesterday's four-course meal did not cause anyone to get sick (that i know of), so I'll call it a successful housewarming. Except for busting my toe against the wall. Well, it's always handy to learn how to drive a stick one-footed.

SHIT it's my mom's birthday, but in Bangkok it was her birthday YESTERDAY. SHIT. Can this evening GET any more FABULOUSLY STELLAR???????

I was a witch morphing into a cat. They debated about the existence of true backless bras, and I listened. Alice is here visiting and we went to Spices, where the service was slow but the food was good as always. Only problem was -- I couldn't taste it or really even shove it down, because I was in Pointlessly Obsessive Christina Mode, worrying about having hurt A's feelings, the ASSHOLE. JERK. BIG OLD CHICKENFACE. METAMANIACAL LOPSIDED WORMWEED. Ruined a perfectly good bowl of coconut ice cream, too. Well, I exaggerate. Nothing ever REALLY ruins a bowl of coconut ice cream.