long weekending

Aah. I visit that Facebook thingo, but usually end up just looking at the screen bemused.
I think I prefer a blogs simple joy of text in sentences in a straight line.
Started the long weekend early because I just couldn't face work on Friday. Normally love it. But was a drag of a week and I had nothing rostered on so rang in with the non-commital words "I'm not going to be able to make it in today I'm afraid". Hmm, will ahve to think of a reason before 8am tomorrow eh.

Had a marvellous night last night. Gurlesque then Bad Dog. Enjoyed wearing the new vest I'd deconstructed. And I think the less girly look went a way to getting a few more looks than normal *weeee*.
Funnily enough, the vest, pleated skirt and boots was almost the same outfit that a butch friend was wearing.
Saw many social crushes about which was yummy. But think my brain couldn't put it all together and decided to switch off, and I couldn't co-ordinate sentences (still having trouble typing here) and kept wanting to go to sleep. *aargh*
Home by dawn. Crashed for a few hours, and am now wide awake and wanting to talk. But there's no-one about - even the dog is fast asleep. It's hot, windy, dry and sunny and I keep imagining that if I stepped out onto King St it would be deserted like a post apocalyptic landscape. Will go hunting-gathering soon, but am faintly scared.
Strange post-party brain *grins*