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I'd forgotten. My housemate's having a little thing because she's leaving for five months in Puerto Rico. She cleared it with me earlier. Now there's twenty people here, another housemate is DJ, housemate #3 is making popcorn, and I supplied the amplification for the music.
And I'm not feeling it. I'm tired and cold and my friends aren't here because I haven't had time for my friends and I forgot to tell anyone anyway. I can't escape the music and conversations because my bedroom's the only one on the main floor and I don't have earplugs. Whine whine whine.
And Z is sick and asleep and I don't want to try rousing him from that to rescue me. I don't want to be rescued or to be a party pooper, but I have absolutely no interest in participating in this party. Hate the feeling. Hate it.
I could go out there and at least dance, but I don't feel like dancing either. Ugh ugh ugh. And I've been awake for longer than I like and now there's a stripping contest. And clapping.