Brugh.

Fuck oath, it's hot.

October is proving to be - thus far - this year's busiest month. I've not got a free weekend to myself this month.

Tomorrow night I'm going to Jimbo's for a Singstar/Guitar Hero party and catch up. We haven't hung out in so, so long. I'm actually kind of looking forward to it. Friday next week I'm hoping (planning, wishing) to go out with Era and Rach (the sailor has returned!) for some boozy fun. And more catching up with people I like. Then the Saturday I have Kat's 21st and a "goodbye, farewell" party at 'Liza's on the same night...P.S. Dr. K, we have to talk about that....I can help you get out of there in no more than two hours if you bring Cain. The week after is my soccer presentation thingo....

I'm not going to have a liver come November. Ugh. I hate having to drink so much, lol...I normally need a good two weeks between outings, but I'm going to have to man up. As it were.

Fuck. I am tired. Have headache. Have....Nothing. No life. Although the previous couple of paragraphs would indicate otherwise. I don't know. I prefer  to be at home because being out and about around other people makes me uncomfortable. But once I actually get out with friends, then I'm alright. Life of the party, in fact, lol. (I'm very enigmatic, don't you know? *rolls eyes*).

Gawd. Eaten nothing but shitty food all week this week. Take-away three times in five days. No wonder I feel like crap. But next week is going to be different. Harder. Mostly because I have to look hot in a tight shirt and cram myself into my skinny jeans for a couple of nights. Ugh. Pain for beauty. Quite sure one day this restricting thing will catch up with me, but until then ;)

So aside from all of that biz, not much more to report.