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Fuck me. I think my idiotic decision to engage in a full night of debauchery last night -- when it was like 2 degrees out -- has resulted in me paying penance by getting sick. My throat is all scratchy and I've pretty much stayed in bed all day (although I did get up to shower and just put on clean pajamas at one point).

I hope I don't get sick. I hope I don't get sick. I hope I don't get sick.

Last night I went out with my somewhat conservative friend from work, whom I shall refer to as D. in this entry. We had dinner and a couple of drinks at an eatery in midtown and afterwards migrated to Therapy which is a chic new gay (read: gay men) bar also in midtown. D. is totally straight, but I had to show her this swank place -- and she really liked it.

I was downing the Jack & Diet Cokes like crazy and we were perched at one of these long ass wooden tables they have lining the place and there were two guys standing behind us that were getting all hot and heavy. D. commented that one of the guys was hot (and he was, in my humble lesbionic opinion) and about ten minutes later, I see D. looking in their direction. I turn around and hot gay man is staring me down. Then he comes over and starts fondling my tits and tries to stick his tongue down my cleavage. Oh well, I guess I should be used to this type of behavior -- this is the 4th or 5th gay male function I've been to in a row where some random fag has fondled my breasts. I wish I were as lucky with the ladies. Maybe I should start charging ...