I felt a horrible, gnawing loneliness today, an odd thing. It hasn't happened in so long that I was completely unused to it. I also just felt icky on top of that. A quiet house can be nice, but on occasion it can just make you feel horrible. Like no one's ever going to be there again.

Yesterday, I went to the Halloween party for Poison Ivy, the place that does my hair. I managed to convince Mike to go by telling him that I'd dress as Buffy and he could dress as Angel. Stacy wanted to come as well, and we fit her into the little group easily when she said she didn't know what to go as. So, Buffy, Angel, and Faith (also a slayer...two slayers, no waiting) all headed to the shop in Kensington Market. We had a beer, chatted with my hairdresser, threatened the one vampire there, and left for Savage in fairly short order. We didn't know much of anyone at the party...so...

Savage was..eh. In fact, the whole weekend was kinda eh. I tried to dance at Savage, but my new boots had other ideas. I don't like the constant feeling that if I move wrong, I'll tumble to my death. I suppose I'll get used to them, but dancing was not the best time to try to do it.

I'm just rather dulled today. I'm sorry if I'm not up to my normal patter.
I think I'm just missing people. Absences...holes in my life...tend to make themselves obvious at odd times.
I start the JFC tomorrow. It'll all be better when I've got something to do with my time.