Beastly.

I am getting sick again. I can feel it. I hope it is just allergies and not a sneaky recurring bout of Strep.

However, if it is the latter, it's the second time I will have gotten sick from Scott.

Heretofore, I doubt I will be sharing beverages, or anything else that touches the mouth, with him. I vaguely remember him saying something about his uvula bothering him on Friday night.

And as for Friday? It was an assload of fun (like 2 grand worth). The best moment was the Ian/Johnny Exchange:

Johnny was drunk by approximately 10. Really drunk. He started to wrestle Tara, and she was losing, so I jumped in and then both of us were losing. I thought the skirmish was over, but in the living room, Johnny picked up Tara over his shoulders in some move I don't remember the name of and tossed her on the couch. Scott flipped out because he harbors notions of being her big brother. About 15 minutes later, just about everyone is in the kitchen and Johnny is going through a flagellation routine. He says, "Somebody just slap me in the face."

Ian walks through the entryway tot the kitchen, glass of wine in hand, and asks, "Well, can I hit you?" Johnny told him ok. Ian put his glass down on the table Turns back to Johnny, winds up and wails him in the face. Johnny fell off his chair from the force. Ian was an instant hit.

I had a "not my proudest moment" of Friday: I got jealous about a boy that doesn't matter and almost fought a girl I thought was chill. Like bottled fighting. It was not pretty. Aaron Shute was the only witness to the whole psycho episode. For a split second, I was the girl that I wonder where they come from. It was not a credit to my gender of mental stability.

I could go at any time...