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I am very glad that Goose had a good summery weekend and that Matt finally got Whatever.

What the hell is up with Kitana's blog? Nothing there.

As for myself, it was very strange not going to Mint Manor for the weekend, but I think I got my paper on The Former Colony of Rhodesia done. It's complete bullshit but I have a history of doing really well with my bullshit.

Yesterday Kirsten went with me to the Met so I could get an art assignment done. Then we went to a Japanese restaurant. (I had eel.) Then we went to her favourite place in the world (apparently), a bar called Stingy Lulu's, off St. Mark's Place. She goes there a lot to flirt with the cute Japanese bartender. (She won't do any more than flirt with him because he's 33. Sheesh.) It turned out that the guy who's been in love with her for years was there with a buddy of his. This guy is nice and all, but I always end up sitting up all night while he goes on and on about how terrible his life is because my sister doesn't return his love. It's not too much fun for me to listen to after awhile, but he's nice and all so I do.
It was interminable last night, though. Kirsten went off with Cute Bartender to look at Cute Bartender's photos of himself, and I was at the bar with a gin and tonic and Mr. Sad. It lasted hours. I only had the one gin and tonic, and then about an hour later I had a cosmopolitan. That's all. But that was probably a bad idea because after I got home and went to bed I woke up so nauseous I thought I'd puke. The nausea actually woke me up.
I'm not a puker. I'm very Jerry Seinfeld in that way. I only have memories of puking maybe 5 times in my life, spaced apart by very long periods of time. (I broke a 10-year record in Australia when I was 19, and haven't been able to eat pecan pie since.)
Anyhow, boy was I sick though. I'd get up to the point where I knew I couldn't stop myself from puking, and then somehow I would. This went on and off all morning until I finally fell asleep with a plastic basin on the bed next to me, and slept all day.
Which is why I can't sleep now.

The lesson is, 1. Don't go to bars with my sister anymore. 2. If I'm gonna drink, I'm gonna stick to one drink. (A malibu and Coke for you, a G and T for me.)

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