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Wow, exhaustion is bad. Ok, we need some backstory to make this make sense...

Friday - Suffice it to say, my weekend was really really busy. My own fault, as usual, I didn't make things much better. It was a werewolf weekend so it's pretty crazy already, without throwing in the extra madness . I started by watching Super Size Me late friday night at the FilmSoc. Excellent flick, strongly advise everyone go see it. That means I don't get alot of sleep.

Saturday - Invite Meg over for breakfast, we work on my dreds (not to much success, but we managed to do some tip work, even though we couldn't deal with fly-aways), then she leaves. I start working on DT (because I've been really busy and haven't quite managed to finish, no surprises before werewolf on sunday, but still, it needs to be done). Find out that I have to move my LARP session earlier to make things function (yay, even less sleep!). Ryan, Ashley, and Mike show up for 7 and we start working on their characters. That goes until, like 10 or so. I then decide that I'm still going to go to Sin City. Normally I wouldn't have (given that I need sleep to function), but I had this great idea for an outfit and this girl I know named Arial asked if I was coming. I'm a sucker for people asking if I'm going to something, so I go. Well, I wait in line and don't end up getting in until, like, midnight. Waiting in line to get in I see bunches of people I know leaving (sigh), including Ray, Dawn and crew (got to talk to them, that was nice), and then I see Emily leaving. Now, for those of you no in the know, Emily is possibly one of the most beautiful people I know right now, if not the most beautiful. Plus, I'm a huge sucker for wings. Well, she's leaving wearing red faerie wings... and I missed it. That pains me. When I finally get in, Meg and co are there, but Meg's a wreck so she leaves right away. So I end up spending most of the night alone. I end up seeing Leif and Adrian too, but Leif's weird and... well, Adrian's great, but I still feel pretty lonely alot of the night. I get complemented on my dancing again (I'm told I'm one of the greatest dancers someone has ever seen at least once every two weeks, at least I'm good at something... oh, you didn't hear that...) and I spend most of the night gazing longingly at the dred-brigade (all so gorgeous). I end up telling the guy with the dred-hawk that he's positively gorgeous before wandering drunkenly (or maybe more like sleep deprivedly and mildly soberly) into the night and home. I get three-four hours of sleep, tops.

Sunday - I wake up, make myself food, drink fuckloads of organic Darjeeling, manage to finish everything Garou-y, and head off. Meet up with John, brag about my outfit last night, do a bunch of hacky sacking (my new hack is so nice, hemp with slightly heavy sand-fill, so good). Run werewolf. Goes phenomenally, even with Colin's absence and all the headache that went into that particular session. Then go for pizza, Colin shows up, eat organic pizza (lots). Then I get home at 9:00ish. Phone Meg, make stupid decision to go to Sanctuary (which means I need to be somewhere by 10:00pm now). To be fair, the decision is mostly out of a desire to see Patti and Tristan, as well as hoping to see Arial and Emily (I missed out the previous night). I'm starting to hallucinate I'm so tired (lights are growing and shrinking, tracers abound) but I go anyways. It's good to see the P and the T, and Patti's got her purse back (weird story, might write about it later, fucking bizarre). And I see Arial, end up talking to Silvia (Arial's friend) but don't manage to get the nerve up to talk to Arial. Then Arial and this lesbian chic are hanging out together and I sit dumbfounded. What the fuck is with me and lesbian chics?

Monday - Manage to both go to school, get all my textbooks, eat, and take in most of the knowledge, and get my laundry to my parents', despite my extreme exhaustion. If only I knew the pain to come...

I'm at my parent's, eating dinner, and I totally break down. My mom thinks it was a migraine, although I'm pretty sure that's not possible, but it did have exactly the same symptomology. Fall asleep holding my head at like 8 or something, wake up 13 hours later. I feel better but... weird. Mental note - SLEEP!