black celebration

national day. people in pretty costumes all around every street. me, in my black winter coat, open and bare-chested, Stetson on top, carrying black guitar case.

all angst and paranoia, as I told Toril when I ran into her at the bus terminal around three o'clock.

went home without eating. threw up around 21.

the party at Kjinge's last night was, while not downright epic, at least memorable. met Marie, Eppen's new lady. she seems really all right.

apologies to everyone whose SMSes I haven't been able to reply to. =(

going to Gotham rsn.