Today Rob and I slept in. A lot. More so than any living creature should. And it felt good.

Once we dragged our lazy asses out of bed we did some shopping. We headed up to the Northridge mall and made a run into Torrid. I have a really cute "hell's baby doll" dress that I wore to the club the last time I went, but I can't wear it tomorrow night. I threw up all over the place the last time we went and so I'll wait a few months to wear it again just to make sure no one recognizes me as the girl who ruined the floor of the club. I ended up getting a rather slinky black Asian style dress. Very cool and Rob seems to think it's sexy. I'll wear that tomorrow night. I do plan to get drunk again, but not enough that I'll barf or pass out. And not enough so that I have a hangover on Sunday.

Tomorrow night should be fun though. A whole bunch of us are headed to Dungeon. Woo!

Nothing much else happened today. I went to Sav On to get some much needed Rx's. That's about it. Goodnight. Time for more sleep.

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The Count's Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder It started with a simple affection for counting and
the terror it induced in others, didn't it?
But now it's turned into a full-blown life-
consuming chaotic nightmare of order,
repetition, zealousness, and perfectionism.
You used to be so grand, but now you find
yourself obsessively worrying over the littlest
things--like, maybe if you don't check the
light switch at least once every two minutes,
the electricity will go out (and damnit, you're
a vampire--that shouldn't be a problem!), or
maybe if you don't wash your hands until your
seams are coming out, you'll get some fatal
disease. Get yourself some treatment.

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