I am absolutely knackered today. Probably got four hours of sleep, if that. Went to The Ottobar last night, had a lot of fun, despite Nick's stomach bothering him a bit off and on again. A good number of people were out, although no Rob or Angel, since now he seems to have gotten sick from being out in the cold at the game on Sunday. Lori brought some of her friends out, so only spoke with her sporatically, but Victor and other people made it a pretty big turn-out. Just as I was hoping, they played better music (in fact, it was like the old days, with Craig and Matt spinning true Britpop and Indie, some old punk and motown.), and there was dancing. Nick and I danced a number of times, and he had had the brilliant idea of requesting The Wombats' Let's Dance To Joy Division, and then actual Joy Division, which they did, and that was cool, because they played Transmission then Love Will Tear Us Apart, then went straight into New Order (Temptation and Age of Consent.). It was a good time. Really hoping nothing negative comes of my accidently mentioning something Victor told me to Kyle, who I was under the impression was aware of, regarding the non-stop Nikki drama (and Victor's unending devoted optimisim), swore him to secrecy and made clear that I would never betray his trust or talk shit behind his back, that it is only out of friendship and concern, and that I didn't realise that he hadn't said anything. Anyways, Top Chef tonight. Last night, Carmin and I watched Pulp Fiction (on cable, so they edited the shit out of it, unfortunately). I loved the twist contest, where they play Chuck Berry. They have vegetable soup today, so that should be good. Hope I don't look so exhausted by the time I see Nick at lunchtime.