Wow! Last night was great. Knobby spun crazy good shit all night long: Karl Bartos, Dupont, Sven Vath, Miss Kittin, Yoshimoto, Rotersand, SiTD, Armageddon Dildos, etc., etc., etc. I spent a solid three and a half out of five hours on the dance floor. I’m fucking broken today. My back, my legs, my arms; everything either hurts, doesn’t function properly, or both.



I floated around a bit when I wasn’t on the floor, and there really wasn’t much going on. I love the social aspect of my clubs, but last night I just wasn’t feeling it. Saturday should be better, and then Sunday after that; many fewer people, and much more social intimacy. Not to mention Fred runs Shadowland (Saturday), and I like going out and supporting him. He’s a good guy.



Speaking of Saturdays, Nick is moving on the 31st and I’m helping. I can’t imagine it taking long. He’s usually pretty fucking serious about getting shit done. From what he’s told me, he’s already all packed up into boxes. Shouldn’t take long at all.



Meh. I have some gripes I’d love to mention about last night, but I’m not in the position to do so safely. Whatever. I’ll live. Besides, it’s not like it’s never happened before.



And I’m no whiney bitch.