Okay, this is after Monday: Which was probably the most funnest night I've ever had in my entire life. But Monday was awesome, seriously. I danced a ton in my suit, met with a great amount of people, most likely sealed my Califur trip with my friends. All I need to do for that is just buy the plane ticket and I'll have things set and ready for it. I'd just need to bring my suit down once more and yadah yadah yadah. BUT! The Dead Dog Dance was amazingly fun! i had a blast, i'm probably still riding off of the fumes of my natural high that I got from that place. Or... I'm just so tired I"m awake. Both solutions are reasonable and possibly true.

Today... Uhh... watched Iron Man... got to the airport and here I sit. <.< Yay?