exhaustion

It was another day of making things up. I did well.
photosexual stopped by and brought me a signed print. Oh my goodness it is amazing. I showed it to a number of people and they liked it a lot. I implore you people to buy his work. Is is terrific stuff. Who doesn't want semi-naked girls up on their walls as art?

When he is rich and famous and stuff I can say I own an early Da3n (the three is silent) Nash piece. People will envy me.

I bought books which was satisfying. I then went and tried on shoes for an hour and a half and nothing made me want to buy anything. I was close to buying some pink shoes but I realized I was only going to buy them because they were "okay". I was incredibly proud of myself for managing to not buy shoes in a mood like that. This is a major step for me.

I came home. I am exhausted but we are going to go and see Lewis Black. Cause we rule.

Rawr. *yawns*

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Lewis Black owned tonight. Angry, bitter and hilarious. The way I like it.
There was this one woman sitting next to Mr. Jenner who had the most peculiar laugh. She was on the verge of hysteria and her laugh seemed awfully false.

Good lord.

Afterward we went to the B&O. The service was slower than usual but the chocolate pot was delicious. So some things are forgiven.

We came home in a cab and at an intersection I saw a friend of my brother's from high school. I rolled down to the window and said "hey Joey". (I am sure my Mother will get a good laugh out of this and Mrs. Chazbot, do tell his Mother of this incident. Joey Gillard needs to behave himself.) He responds, "Hey baby...What's up? I'm only fourteen." He did not recognize me. Though I have to say, What is he doing on Capitol Hill on a Friday night?


popcultureicon I have this to say to you, "Livin' the life I want".

werd!

I don't have to be at work tomorrow. YAY!