Oh, my poor little liver, I think it's still pickled. And, ow, the rest of me is sore. I think that is the quickest I have gone from meeting to hookup (no, no, there were a few boys where I said only "hi" and then snogged them). You know I really think P. Leroy is going to turn out to be Indie Fuckwit Mark II, although a much nicer person, I will admit. Still! Why I am I admitting all this in public? Oh well at least the Sex Recession is over and I don't have to sleep with girls or gay boys or anything.

And now I can never go to the Pavonia branch of the JC library! Well, good thing I'm moving.