Okay. After a roly-poly weekend I'm ready for real life again. GG Allin's "Don't Talk to Me" has been the soundtrack lately.

Yesterday was manic - Callum was supposed to work at 7 am but instead slept until 4 pm. Jen gave herself a tattoo. I read about my sign (Pisces II) and blew my own mind. Large group of people over at our house in the evening - Jen and Keith playing noise music in her room while Brian, Paul, Rose, and I sung Bruce Springsteen. Failed attempt to go bowling. Then late dinner at the cage and extremely stressful attempts to fall asleep.

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Jen, in the living room:
"I feel crazy. I think I'm going to give myself a tattoo. Do you have a sewing kit?"
"No, I don't know where it is anymore."

Cal opened the bedroom door after sleeping all day with a kit in his hand. "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation."

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Callum and Johnny - two important men in my life who never think I eat enough. There is just so much else to do when you are romping around the city with one of your partners in crime. Last night I turned to Cal and exclaimed, "I ate something today!" and he said, "Cheers."

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I have been wearing more nightgowns recently - this is a direction my life is going that I feel extremely confident in.