I danced from about 10 until 12:30pm. 20 minutes on and off until I got my club legs back. Fuck all it's exhausting. While I haven't been into my running routine recently, I was surprised how 18 minutes of hardcore freeform could tire a body so. But later on, with some especially serious industrial, the groove was found again.

The strangest moment (I can't quite call it a highlight) of the evening was Red Leather Chick. RLC was on the prowl, it seemed. She sexed up Dorian Grey, Mini Goth King, and the gentleman who did not receive the memo about sharkfin frizzy hair being approximately 15 years DOA. So I'm sitting, resting, drinking my water. RLC comes up to me. I was semi-expecting this. I say "hi". She proceeds to do a sexy dance in front of me. I figured it would be rude to completely ignore her, so I put on my best 'I'm at a strip club' smile and checked her out. Not my body type, clearly an emotional train-wreck underdubbed to what I admit was good hip-swivelling. She did wear geek glasses, though. She proceeded to do this another time shortly thereafter, whereupon finishing she turned and meant to stride sexily back upon the dance floor. That little metal ridge thingy separating the wood floor area from the linolieum area is a bitch. I was amused by the stumbling and promptly went back to recovering.

Most of the regulars were there tonight. I think Josh vaguely acknowledged me at some point, but I must not have caught it. I also thought the nursing chick who'd graduated had dyed her hair blonde, but this was not so, for she came in after her blonde doppleganger was already there.

I love the Inferno. Even if on the whole it's a superficial, hollow experience, I do enjoy Goth/Industrial night and pouring my heart out in dancing my ass off. I do need to buy a pair of goth shorts with zippers and shit. You know the kind. Trouble is there's always stuff happening on saturday nights now. I go to the Inferno perhaps once or twice a month.

I suppose without it I'd otherwise get to feeling too stable. I love my job, my boss or co-workers haven't gotten on my ass in years, I have a girlfriend who I think either loves me or likes my ass muchly, and there's plenty of hobby whatnot to pursue. Sure I haven't talked to my friends all that much, but I/they wink out of our respective existences on a regular basis. If I consistently had contact with various folk, it'd be like playing favorites. It'd also be more coordination than I can handle right now. It's unusually difficult keeping things on-track with Emily herself. Not that I'm complaining at all, I just can't imagine throwing going to see people into the mix right now.

Then again I have been feeling unusually laid back about life recently.

I want to go photographing around some downtown urban area right now, but I'm in my bathrobe.

That reminds me. I need to see about whether I can drive out to see Nicholas this summer. Money is a slight problem, but not much of one. Mostly it entails finding time to take off from both my labs. The J lab at the VA needs a presentation for next week, and the facility manager at my home lab wants my prenatal project done soon. It would've been done by now if it weren't for the add-ons my advisor suggested. I wasn't thrilled with including them, but it was the only way to include analysis of more physiological parameters I wanted. It's like pulling teeth sometimes to get what I want sometimes.

Tomorrow, Emily and I are going to look at condos around downtown. She's been contemplating getting one in the upper 100's. It'd be fun to buy into that with her, but:

1) I've already signed a lease;

2) We're not at that stage of the relationship where living together is a good idea.

We spend just about every other day together in some capacity. And that's usually pretty good. Only thing that sometimes comes to mind is wanting to write more for the game, but that's about it. Yet having to live with someone is a different dimension. The friendship between Brian and I certainly changed with the living together arrangement. Somewhat for the good, somewhat for the difficult.

I mean fundamentally I'm disposed to being a selfish fuck on occasion with definite space-related needs. I require a certain degree of time where there's no chance I will come into contact with another human being. Sometimes the idea of having to talk to anyone and putting on a show like I actually want to talk to them is anathema. People are fragile enough about social whatnot that it's not easy being honest. I just get aggravated that I can't be myself and relax. One could interject that you should be able to be yourself around friends and relax.

No. No not me. There're specific subsets of people around whom I have gradations of being able to be myself. Myself is sometimes quite charming. Myself is equally amenable to telling you that you create your own problems entirely, or that you have all the societal benefit of a flea strapped in leather with crotchless panties. Some folk are amenable to my being honest, an asshole, or an honest asshole. Most are not.

So how's that for an update that wasn't a week after the last one?

I swear this site has gone downhill. 6 years I've been on this thing and no major renovations. Granted most people moved to MySpace or some other whore-oriented dung heap, but this pig could use a new coat of wax, some lipstick, fake tits, you know.

See clearly not in publicly amenable social mood right now. I'm going to write now right now.

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