Lovin'

I'm going to be so sore tomorrow. I'm actually already starting to hurt. But that's what happens when you dance for four hours. Unless you're used to it, I suppose.

So yes, it was Love Parade. Reed's version, put on by the German House. I have glo sticks now. Yay glo sticks. Perhaps I should try and be one of the actor people instead of just a person in black for glo opera so that I get to be covered in glo sticks.

I don't think I need drugs. Glo-y things and pretty lights and loud music will suffice.

Perhaps I'll write more later, but right now I just wanted to mention glo things.

Hey, It's Sunday Night

Don't want to write my lab report. Don't want to do anything. Don't want to be anywhere. I want a new box of chocolates, dammit.