Had a wonderful weekend as usual, spent the most of it playing with z crew. Had dinner with the folks on sunday, and flaked on my ball game sunday night....bad chess. But i am over that now, as upon return, my favorite catfish appears to be ill. For those unaware, I run a 35g peace tank, it's definately seen more fruitful days, but during the winter I am fiercely busy and usually try to keep only the tough and hearty. Mr.pictus being one of them, but now his long b-e-a-u-tiful whiskers are curling and falling off...shit. Treatment has begun, but i fear he won't make it, and not to continue on and bore anyone, but for safe measures i even did a 50% H2O change and retreated....i'm fairly sure it's a protozoa...fucking protozoa.
regressing even further into the past, on thursday, I met the bansheebungee, jesus, and a bunch of togas. However, Friday was the night to shine, after returning home from Fallen (fabulous local play) i felt the urge to peacock. Myself and friends let our spirits shine and crashed fellow shred clubbers card night...
i
d
on't
think they minded much....
and we danced till we dropped.
d
on't 
think they minded much....
and we danced till we dropped.
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