Tomorrow, I have an interview in the city in the afternoon, and then I'm go-go dancing at MEAT vs. Deathguild tomorrow night. (And it's "Choose Your Weapons" night, which means I get to run around with an axe or a cleaver or a gun or something--all fake, of course.)
Right now, I'm tired but less cranky than I was earlier today. Getting to meet rgay over dinner helped my day immensely, as did a little time with conditionbronze before he headed to work. Neither of these things, however, makes the certified letter I finally received from my landlords ordering me to fix my broken kitchen window by April 3rd or else better, but c'est la vie. I'll figure it out.
At least I get to sleep in this weekend.