Last night we went to Frazier's. I had been hoping we would go to Club Charles, so that I could have one of Jeremy's famous white Russians (I even held off eating chips and salsa for dinner in case we went there so there would be no digestive conflicts), but Rob Soma was at Fraizer's, and Natty Boh is $1.50, therefore Frazier's it was. It was a good time. It's a mazing how beer seems to have a sobering effect on me if I've been drinking my vodka and diets, almost the same as when I dilute with regular Coke afterwards. The jukebox played M.I.A. at one point in the evening, Nick doing his accompanying routine, which is so silly but incredibly hot to me. We were laughing and singing along with the few gems that did get played---Juicy, "It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up Magazine!" Stayed till close, got home and proceeded to erm... rearrange the furniture, shall we say. Immediately following which, the first words out of Nick's mouth is, "Let's go to Valentino's for breakfast." It was after 3:30 in the morning. We were the only people in there other than a black couple that were just finishing up when we sat down, and a cop sitting at the counter talking to the cook, bored out of his mind probably. I wanted to get creamed chip beef, but was also torn over getting the cheese tortolini, which I ended up choosing, on account of Nick's coersing for the purpose of getting the breadsticks that came with my meal. It was a lot to eat, but I think it will sustain me probably all day, atleast until very late this evening, like right before I go out maybe. Meeting at his tonight in the interest of time, trying to get to Smiths/Morrissey Karaoke as early as possible. Hope I get to see the Johnny Love acoustic set, since I really enjoyed that last time. Don't know if I'll sing tonight or not. Maybe if I can do it with the record instead of with the backing band.

No sooner did I finish that post yeasterday about the drug rep bringing bagels and my triumph of will to abstain from eating one, did I crack and have one. This was around 10 or 10:30. I did, however, steer clear of the cheap Chinese food they always have at Thoracic Conference. Finished what was left of the Honey Nut Cheerios (much less than a normal sized bowl for me) and a third of a sleeve of saltines. Next week I'm eating nothing but Saltines!! Anyways, I guess I have fallen off a bit. Started out so well Monday and Tuesday, fitting back in those Gap Jeans (still not properly, but atleast FITTING), but feeling like rubbish now again. It's those fucking conferences and the drug reps and the plethora of free food in this damn department.

I'm going to put in for the last week in August off. Don't know if I'll get it, but I'm going to try, or atleast take whatever they will give me.

Surprisingly, for getting even less sleep than usual, I feel better, more awake and energetic. Maybe it's because I only slept for long enough to rejuvinate, like a nap, as opposed to getting into a deeper sleep only to have to wake up too soon. Or maybe it was the orgasms haha. Orgasms and pasta, a pretty good combination haha.

Just got a call from Jenn to meet her for lunch at Einstein's. There goes my dreams of not eating again till later. I need to not get fat. That's all there is to it.

I will be glad to get out of here, start my weekend, see that gorgeous boy I'm so fond of.