Hey, readers
I'm writing this from a computer at my mother's workplace, because frankly that's the only one I can get to right now. And this thing is slow as SH*T.
So, apparently this laser tagging thing is actually an eighteenth birthday party, and I'm staying the night at the girl's place. The last time this situation arose, I woke up the next day with a girl wrapped around me, drooling on my arm, and no memory of the previous night. So, you know, here's hoping it goes just as well.
The laser tagging should be fun, anyway. I'm a total baddass with a gun in my hands. Which reminds me, I got the date for my preliminary appointment for RMCD today. I've expected to be in front of a panel of stony-faced judges at 8:30 exactly on the 16th of January. I'll have to get my suit cleaned. Or at least exorcised.
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