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I have just taken the bandage off of my new adornment. It looks lovely. I cannot wait until the period of swelling and lubing is over and I can enjoy my tattooed glory in full.

I must get a camera.

Hm. Last night, I graced the royal birthday celebration with my presence. I was struck by how mature Goose and Matt's friends are. Not at all like the high schoolers I knew when I was one. (Well, not at all like most of them. I did hang out with nerds, mind you.) These kids shake hands with you when they meet you.

Oh, I met the illustrious Aiofe! She was lovely. I was a little star-struck.

I very much enjoyed making polite small talk with the dapper Mittens (try to imagine, I know it is difficult, a dignified and handsome version of Screech from Saved by the Bell.) I also enjoyed subtly antagonizing the extraordinarily adorable Stupid/Daoud/Staoud/N.Daoud by politely asking him what he was writing (faux pas!) and why he was wearing two watches. He is, I will report, a moody, mumbling, artistic-al type who spent the evening hunched over a mysterious notebook. Much like a male Goose. I hope they won't turn into that episode of Seinfeld where he dates Janeane Garofalo.

Goose looked stunning.

That is all. A pleasant evening. I returned home afterwards and watched Please Don't Eat the Daisies with Gina. I had never seen it before and was perplexed to find myself vaguely attracted to David Niven.

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