fuck, sorry this is so disjointed, i'm busy at work on & off. also, now i'm having a meta thing, like "who are you apologising to? the internet?" but no, i am facelessly anthropomorphizing my diary, okay? back off.
the girls went into the bedroom to do...girl things. look at poppets. which is a mordicai thing, but they were doing it to, i know they were! we rejoined forces (after robert & i did a read-through of my lines for witch prison) to play lots of rock band. i'm a "medium" on the bass, which i know isn't anything to brag about, but there you go! i didn't fuck up anything too badly, either, so that is a victory in my book. we stayed pretty late, mostly on jenny's promise to me of a lucrative reward! also, on having fun. we took a yellow beetlecab home! i don't think i ever have from carla's place; i never take an automobile ride across the brooklyn bridge! the handsome hansom (note: not actually handsome) kept making semi-funny political jokes. then home, & my just desserts! & now, work.
