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 I had made myself a little promise.  The next time I got invited to a social gathering, i would go.  Much like speed dating, success would be walking in the door, not staying, not making a new friend, not feeling good about how I'd acquitted myself.  Just going.

Of course, the next invite falls on the day that I'll be in Baltimore getting more tattoo, and nothing's getting in the way of that.  Next thing, maybe.

Light was going to go to Screeeeemfest with Boisterous, but I seem to have gotten a little snippy about being alone with the dog being hard and so he stayed home and now we're waiting for the pizza to cool and watching a netflix horror movie about grass.

I'm definitely getting sick.  I should probably figure out what box the Nyquil's in.