The longest three day weekend ever - since I managed to stretch it a five day weekend. Last thursaday Danielle was in town so of course the night spiraled out of control. She's just a convenient excuse, though. Went bar hopping and ended up with an impromptu all night party going on at my house. The whole thing was an accident. It was a fun time but one of those that left me the next day saying over and over again to myself, "I'll never do that again, I'll never do that again." Until sat night at least. Friday night I stayed in and recovered my senses.

Saturday - went to casino, then to party blah blah. It was good hanging out with Hope cause I hadn't seen here NYC addled ass for something like three weeks. Sunday night sucked. Too crowded, too hot, way too humid.

During all this time I'd been doing a great job of making myself sick as anything. Monday I was gonna be good but instead Amanda and I went out. First to Lovejoy's to meet up with Victoria who was drunk and telling me all about 9/11 conspiracies - all I remember is something about masons and ex-SF mayor Willie Brown. I dunno. Some hippy shit. So then over to Emo's for camp x-ray and attack formation. Bands were good. So were the friends. Drinks, too. I even made it home at a decent hour so you'd think work the next day (tues) would be no problem except that when my allergies are bad (they are) I get a sinus infection and then I lose balance and get motion sick very easily. Combine that with a slight hangover and... I went into work briefly on tuesday, just long enough to get sick and the go home. Fun! I've learned my lesson. I'll be good. I can't do this shit for days on end like when I was younger. Last night I was in bed by 11pm.