It's the freakin' weekend, I'm about to have me some fun.

Except it's Sunday night and I'm going to bed soon, not the freakin' weekend. And I'm writing this entry using a client, not the web browser. Old livejournals habits die hard, and if you didn't know that about me it's because you only see me through your friends page and not my actual journal page which has not changed format since three and a half years ago when I started this damn thing. Why change what works? Except that's not a very good motto. And luckily I haven't been following it lately, though one could say things are NOT working, hence me changing. Wait, what the hell am I talking about? Let's start listing livejournalers.

Friday night I read magazines and had mellow home time and went to bed early. Saturday was mostly about walking in sunshine and reading and writing until I travelled up north to get drunk while playing video games with thebrownhornet, then sobered up on the way over to Big Chicks to close the damn place down dancing with too many other livejournalers to name at this juncture. I though I might see captainblunder since he talks about going there a lot, but then I realized don't even know your real name, so I'd have to go up and say, "are you captainblunder?" and look really dumb if it wasn't you.

Back to the weekend report. Slept in this morning, ate a huge non-kosher breakfast that included latkes and bacon. Visited nineinchlovely at the hospital and brought him fluffy magazines, then went for hot fudge sundaes with dommeyourass at Margie's Candies. I got more work done, then went to The Finger and saw friends of johnny_savage and stingysnoozer perform, except I forgot to talk to them afterwards and mention that fact. Came home and washed dishes.

That pretty much brings me current. If you subtract all the actual conversations and thoughts and work progress, which I did. Obviously.

Bedtime. I mostly wrote all this out now to prevent me from wasting too much time on my Monday morning with a weekend wrap-up.