I had less than 100 pages left in "Magic's Promise" when I went to sleep around 1pm. When I headed out, I took extra time to go to Walgreens and get my perscription, which wasn't ready, even though it was supposed to be ready last night at 11:30pm. My headache was back, and I only had one midrin left. I went to work, a bit late after having to wait at Walgreens for the drugs that weren't there. It sucked.
Work was super busy tonight; I worked with Nate & Joe, while Bryan & Chris stopped by. It was crazy! It was mostly horrible. But it died down enough towards closing time that we were able to get the stuff done that we needed to get done, even if it didn't have that extra polish that it's had lately thanks to business being so slow. I bought 4 dvds: "Donnie Darko: The Director's Cut", "Imagine Me & You", "Kiss Kiss Bang Bang", and "Underworld: Evolution".
I went to Club Divine after work. I had to go to Ypsi anyways, to get my drugs, which they swore would be ready this time. I also thought I'd stop by Mollie's and get my copy of "Breakfast on Pluto" back from her, but she didn't answer her phone, again. After Mollie didn't answer, I called Jeremy to make sure he was working; I was leaving him a message on his voicemail when he called me back, and I told him I'd see him when I got there. Then I called Mark to let him know I'd be out late, and not to worry about me.
The club was actually a lot of fun tonight. Other Sunday nights that I've gone, have been dead, with sucky music. The music was fun; the company was fun, and the dancing was fun. I met a lot of people, and ran into others that I knew. I saw Jeremy bartending - disturbingly cute. The smiles he flashed me made me want to fuck him right there. And I saw David Grant, who was supposed to meet friends, but they stood him up. Ryan, the gaysion, was also working the bar. We used to talk and stuff years and years ago, and then something happened, and that stopped. I have no memory of what that was, but it always surprises me when he doesn't say hello. I met a guy named Jamie, and I danced with a bunch of other people. James Mitchell was there, and we danced as well. I should remember peoples names but I don't. Ugh. But I had a lot of fun, and I'm planning on going again next Sunday night.
David walked me to my car, and then I drove him to his. He's still living with his parents, but will be going away to school in Chicago, in just about a month. That's rocks! He said he never got my e-mail with the last 2 poems, and that he lost my phone #, and I believe him. He wants me to call him before he leaves; we'll see what he thinks of the poetry, as one of them might be taken badly, while the other one might just explain some stuff.
I went to Walgreens and got my drugs. I knew I was going to Meijer, but I decided to go to the Ann Arbor/Saline store in case Yvette Tower was working...and she was! We talked for about an hour, catching up, and there were at least 2 big hugs! It was fantastic! Frank was there too, and there was cute banter...though no real sparks; I think that ship has passed. He's a top, and after being with someone so versatile, seeing someone who's just one thing, doesn't thrill me so much.
I got home around 4:30am. Ate. Read my e-mail, and wrote this. I have to drive Mark to the doctor's around 11am - then drop him off at work and pick him up at 6pm. I may go to Necto tonight; I'm not sure. We'll see how the day goes. I'm either goint to sleep for awhile, or attempt to finish the damned book.