Was I drunk at the time?

I'm lying around at the moment, spazzing about in my bed and bemoaning my loss of an hour. I want my hour back, fuckers! IDK guys - it's a sad day when they steal my hour. On a SUNDAY no less. If it was at least a SATURDAY it wouldn't steal an hour of my lie in on the day before I go back to work. I repeat - fuckers. Though I do like getting it back when the clocks go back.

Had the GREATEST Saturday yesterday - firstly because I wasn't all hungover from the party on Friday night \o/ (The party was cool! People all dressed up in 70's gear and such. My friend Tom actually shaved a handlebar mustache into his beard! (This is the person who I also ended up talking to AT WORK about fan fiction and Preacher and WoT and Raymond E. Feist and Dr Who and Firefly...a fanboy! At work! WIN!) Much fun was had by all).

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Anyway - we plan to go again SOON. Like maybe even next Saturday so if people want to come join us (catwalksalone and wildestranger - I'm looking at you DIRECTLY.) it would rock.

When Jac and I got back to our house we then hung out on my OMG-sofa-of-YAY and watch The Green Mile. I read Twisted Toyfair Theatre and read fic at the same time (as watching the film, not as each other because that would be HARD). Then we headed to my parents' house for Jac's post-birthday dinner after which I introduced everyone to the joys of Carcassonne and Zombie Fluxx.

Saturday of WIN, peoples.

Oh! And while I think about it? You should all go over and check out Week Three of Everybody Loves Rodney - Reunion: In Which There Is Leave-taking, Looting and Letting Down.