It's absolutely miserable out. It's cold and has been raining since yesterday. I was hoping that atleast it would have stopped overnight, but it continues, and is supposed to all day, that is till this evening when the dreaded word "snow" may be possible, so says WTMD. I'll have to check The Weather Channel. Came straight home from work yesterday, too cold and wet. Watched television with Carmin and had two bowls of Life cereal (also two pieces of chocolate and some of those damn peanuts, but other than that, that was it for the day.). Nick called me at 9, while I was taking a little nap. We went to Club Charles, remembering once we got there that Jamie said that she wouldn't be here last week, getting ready for her theatre thing across the street at The Strand, I guess. The place was fucking over-run with Wham City kids, the little bastards, and that fat fuck, Dan Deacon was pontificating and looking like a total prat. They have nextdoor, what was the Zodiac Restaurant, as their own little "performance space" now, why can't they have their clubhouse meetings over there and leave the bar for the actual Baltimore scene. Can't stand those little New York trust-fund babies and their charity shop clothes for the sake of it. Needless to say, Nick was on a roll, his blood boiling and acid dripping from every one of his barbed remarks, said with intention of being heard. After a while though, a good deal of them cleared off, and it was alright. That or the alcohol set in and it just didn't bother us as much. Nick played Tom Petty's "Don't Come Around Here No More," which we knew was for the MICA kids, even if they were too thick to take a hint. Shay showed up after a while, spoke with her, as well as Jess, the head chef from Abacrombie.

My allergies returned with a fury today, and I am trying to hold out on taking any Tylonal Allergy Sinus whilst here at work, on account of how it fucks me up, even though it's supposed to be non-drowsy. That and not wanting to eat till I go home and have dinner (more cereal, oh yeah. I could live on cereal, and I intend to, all week till the weekend.) and I would need to eat a little something if I took medicine. Anyways, I'd like to get my hair done so that it's in top form for Halloween, but I also just want to go home and get right in bed so that I feel decent for Two For Tuesdays tonight. Have to call Victor and try to assemble the troops as it were. Nick made a new mix last night, which he said is very "Kathleen happy." I will be glad to see him later and have a few drinks. I want to dance.