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Friday I was supposed to go to J-Rock's band's show and I crapped out. I'm pretty sure that M&J hate me now, as I was supposed to meet them and they never called me back to forgive me. But sleeping was so much better for my head, so I'm glad I did it.

Saturday I spent the entire day with my parents, in honour of my Dad's 68th birthday. We went to the Chinese Scholar's Garden and then a Mongolian barbecue place on Staten Island (where I succumbed to the pressure of the incredibly nice owners just picking up, through osmosis, that it was my Dad's birthday, and surprising us with an ice cream cake at the end. Because my Dad is such a jerk about being a diabetic, I ate most of my piece to counteract that, and then took that as license to eat pretzels and dehydrated plums and other naughty things later. Whoops.)

Then, because my Dad reallyreallyreally wanted me to go, I went with him and Mom to that monthly nerd meeting. We were there so late watching Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle (high-larious) and The Muppet Show that I went home with my parents again to avoid the incredibly long trip from Inwood back to Jersey City in the middle of the night. Which is why I'm still here on Roosevelt Island wearing my mom's nightgown. Because she won't let me keep any of my own clothes here anymore, how mean is that?

Happy birthday, J-Rock.

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