And I'm sick, too.

[melayneseahawk]

To expand on last night's post, this weekend was Queer Prom, so a single friend and I assumed that all the couples would be there and the single gals would be at the clubs. So, we were going to go out after I got out of work. M (the friend) picked me up at work, we got lost on the way to the club (took us an hour and a half when it should have taken 45 minutes), and when we got there we discovered that the After Prom was at the club we'd decided to go to. Plus, A and her date were there, and since M had been sleeping with A for a while, that was all kinds of awkward. M and I stuck around until 12:30 or so, but then decided that the hunt was a bust, and she had work in the morning, so we left.

And then I woke up this morning feeling like death warmed over (what the hell does that phrase mean, anyway?), so I'm just not in a good mood. [Note: this is that cold going around, not a hangover or something.]

M has a theory that there are no single lesbians, and that couples just swap until they find the right fit. I'm kind of starting to believe her.

- call
-- Aetna re: switching coverage
- e-mail
-- Imaginary Roommate re: getting more toilet paper
-- Marvelous Mayhem re: returning corset
- reschedule MMRP rehearsal
- start composing family-friendly version of the Monologues
- fold laundry
- get S to wash dishes
- Otzma reference for A
- writing
-- imaginarybeasts
-- stargate_summer
-- extra Question(s) for fandom_grammar
-- that "Old Friends/Bookends" flopsy tejas inspired