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One last thing to add about the San Antonio trip: the uncle and I ended our final evening in the hotel by sitting around in our underwear, drinking tequila, half-assedly watching Bram Stoker's Dracula and talking about the family. I'd say it's the straightest thing I've ever done, but "straight" male bonding is inherently gay (what does that make gay male bonding? hmm. or, even, bi male bonding? Pansexual male bonding? Omnisexual male bonding? Autosexual.. I'll stop.), so it's not really a very accurate statement.

Yesterday I called in to work. Both of my housemates are out of town, so I had the entire house to myself... all day long. I let my brain go nuts and expelled some of the manic energy I've been bottling up. I feel much, much better. As do the bathroom walls, kitchen floor, cabinets, the stove, the front porch...

It's been a poor week for me, and I think the enforced hibernation has done me a lot of good. Mostly, I've stayed put in the Joe-hole and allowed myself to be irritable, getting that out of my system as well. Release is good.

Today I'm in a better mood than I have been in weeks. It's fantastic. I started the day off with a protein shake and a walk to work (about an hour's walk). Morning exercise, plus super-mega-multivitamin-shake, seems to equal happy muscles. Whodathunkit.

I still don't know what I'm doing for New Year's. What I'd like to do is a bunch of gets: hyper, drunk, social. Getting laid might be nice, heh. Being in my hibernacle all week, I'm out of touch, so I don't know what's going on. I'll probably end up at the bar or something.

One of my co-workers gave me a bourbon cake for X-massacre. (Damn christians, always killing Xes..) It's still sitting on my desk. Heh.