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I'm hurting from last night, that kind of hurting that leaves a big grin on your face. Not a shit-eating grin, no, not the fox eating shit out of a wire brush grin...a real that didn't suck grin. After a long pointless day at work that proved my idea of returning to work the day after the bar exam was wholly unproductive, and playing the fur's "Highwire Days" virtually all day on repeat, I didn't have to go to school. I didn't have to study. I didn't have to cram anything in to save time. My day was mine - chock full of shit to do, but nothing I had to do.

Hit the gym on the way home, and was fantastic. Started by parking at a meter with an hour still on it, and nailed everything in the gym. By nailed I mean slept with. No, well, ok but I had a really good workout. I was sexing in the gym, I swear. God being pretty is really going to my head (so much so I sometimes believe myself). I planned my ripply-body showing outfit while in the gym - I'm that gay. "It's not just a wife-beater, it's from structure!" I showered, was unable to nap, and played some gamage before heading out to Chronos. Had a mixed, mostly good, time at chronos.

Early on I said my hellos and was SO THANKFUL that my friends were not all full of "Hooray you passed" "I'm sure you did well" or any other ignorant crap...no everyone seemed to get it, when given congrats it was for taking the exam only. Good friends, thank you muchly. In exchange, I showed everyone my tummy. Hell, I let everyone touch it ("It doesn't jiggle. Seriously, not one bit, it doesn't jiggle!") I wore sneakers just so I could bounce more. Sat rooftop with a smoking friend and discussed who we would or would not hit based on who else they hit, deal killers, and the like. Coz we're pigs. On the other hand, the roof was occupied by a nametag wearing "singles meet" event. It was exactly the type of intellectual stimulation I needed.

Only one thing sucked last night, and that was the girl-dj. I'm sure she's a nice person or something, but holy god did she suck as a dj. I think I've seen her before - she bobs her had and really really really tries to beatmatch. Why anyone is under the impression that g/i club-goers give a rat's ass about beat-matching is beyond me. She cleared the dance floor completely, but kept bobbing her head. Maybe she was trying so hard to beat match and enjoyed her music so very much she didn't notice the crowd's reaction. I spoke with a few who liked a song or two she played, but were annoyed that she played craptacular mixes of them. On the other hand, Tony and Brian both played fun stuff and kept me on the floor an awful lot. Neat mix of old and new, spooky/angry, and that electro-ie stuff. There were also some very normals on the floor, but they didn't bother me. They were silly and lacked shame, not all bad or different than me right now.

Checked in with a friend and his super-hottie girlfriend. We all danced a bunch. He was ready to go before her, and I figured I'd still leave by or around midnight, so I agreed to be her ride home. Huzzah. Only, with a mere smattering of drinks and many songs to dance to, we somehow stayed until after 1am. Someone warn me! So knowing our respective todays would suck we giggled our way home. 2am or so my showered self mattressed and 5:30am rudely greeted the alarm, and here I be.

Holy gods I'm pretty though. I think I'm recovering - I didn't know if I'd have fun at all last night, but I think the celebration part of my life is starting. Dad is out of the hospital, seems fine, I'm pretty, I'm so very pretty, and all that work is over. I no longer have an extra 40 hours a week of work - I just work for 40. I can go out to eat. I can watch dirty jobs and mythbusters. I can paint the window and fix the toilet. I can shop for groceries...hell I can shop for clothes! I can look at the internet. I can be on the internet so more people can see how pretty I be (I should do pics I think). I don't have to miss workouts based on time constraints. I think it's starting to settle in.