So I spent all morning on Friday cleaning my room and oh my god I have a
floor and a
desk! I then spent the rest of the day watching Princess Tutu, hells yeah. I did all this instead of sleeping so that I could get myself temporarily on a diurnal, normal-person sort of schedule in time to accompany the Whitman College Taekwon-do team to the Forest Grove tournament.
I took a two hour nap and then sure enough, there they were on my doorstep, all seven of them. There was a brief flurry of hugs as everyone filed into the apartment, a moment or two of "this is my apartment, this is my room, this is Dar's indoor garden, these are my terrified roommates", and then we all filed out again to go to Koji Osakaya, our favorite Japanese restaurant. Then we came back and I fed Chris' kitty and we watched "Best of the Best 4: Without Warning". I found the fourth installment of our favorite crappy taekwon-do movies to be thoroughly mediocre, to my satisfaction. Sending Laura and Mary up to sleep on Chris' floor and leaving a litter of people in my own living room, I retired to my own bed, where I had a nice sleepover-style conversation with Fluffy before PASSING THE FUCK OUT.
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