Ow.

The vampires call me three times a week, and I go finally to placate them, and what do I get? Some bastard nurse guy (who looked younger than me) manouvering a huge needle around repeatedly trying to hit my vein. Guy almost blew the thing. He did tell me he was an idiot, which I guess is okay. Unprompted, no less. The other nurses were trying to figure out if they'd be able to use my blood or not. Vampiric bastards took more than a pint of it, they'd better at least ship it off somewhere to do something useful. Thus I am granted a three-month-or-so reprive from their harassment. And my arm hurts. Still. Bastards.

Now I am on my post-vampiricizing drunken binge. And still managed to get Japanese done. In kana, no less. I say huzzah for drunken language skills.

I ran the booth for most of the day today. Tomorrow comes my panel, which I hope maybe someone shows up for, and the Gay-La, which I have promised to do some form of entertainment I know not what. I suppose I'll bring my notebook and we'll decide when the time comes. I could be singing a capella with lyrics from a placemat. This seems to be the general theme of this year's Pride Week --- wing it and see what happens.

Gumby gives an excellent impromptu back massage. Just place yourself in front of him and if you've got vag he might start rubbing. It'e better than Gibran's, and he hasn't been trained. The straight boyfriend can't do it when asked, but the flamer does it well umprompted. I reccomend.

A teddy bear's exploding on the TV. And I think we're going to Ozzfest this year. Lacuna Coil will be there. Yay!

Sorry, there was more I wanted to say that was a bit more pertanent and included links, but I've forgotten. Blame the teddy bear. I shall finish my beer, set my alarm, and read Solaris until I fall asleep.