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I'm cranky, horny, and in serious need of debauchery. There isn't any group debauchery scheduled until next weekend. Her Nibs sounds tubercular and I'm still jet lagged (I ain't got no circadian rhythm -- or maybe I've got too much), which puts a damper on the at-home debauchery.

And I found out that the Mercury is members only, putting a further crimp in my plans and embarrassing me in front of Tiffany. As if I needed any reminders of just how unhip and out of it I am.

Grrrumble. What to do, what to do? Should I go to the Wet Spot? Should I stay at home? Should I try to instigate some debauchery among the Seattle freaks (which can be like herding cats on Quaaludes)? I want to hear from you druggie felines out there.

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I'm no longer cranky for two reasons:

1) I went to see cherry blossoms an the UW quad in the rain with the Wendling. About half of the flowers were still on the trees, so we snorted them. He stomped in deep puddles (with his snow boots on) and chased a pair of ducks. It was a Good Time for him, which gave me a contact high.

2) I've resolved the dilemma of what I'm doing tonight most satisfactorily.