Saturday was a day to remember.

No, it wasn't work (which was okay). No, it wasn't hanging out with moreth (which was fun).

It was going to smacky_wolf's new(ish) apartment for the first time, which was lovely, and I talked to his boyfriend Charles (who was lovely), and saw his lovely cat Muffin, and then he threw a lovely party.

And at this lovely party there were lovely people, and those lovely people had lovely little strawberries, which I had for the first time that night.

I'm not quite sure if what followed was lovely or not, I was a little frightened when the rooms started to expand and bend. I was disturbed when time started to dilate. I was shattered into pieces as I lost control of my senses, to the point that I was confusing taste with touch. Goth girls saved me from the pit of despair though; and with the help of Tetris, voluptuous children (a great band name if I've ever heard one) and a fuzzy blanket I was able to make sense of my surroundings once more.

From there I retreated to Smacky's bedroom with dustandfox, AKA The Retro Rocket, and we contemplated our shared vacation into sensory distortion. The rainbow ceiling, liquid floor and amorphous bed were wonderful companions on the journey, but I was more than glad to say farewell to them as we made our hasty retreat into the night. Oh, and thanks to Smacky for letting me steal his Venetians (which were lovely).

The morning from there was spent recuperating and watching The Muppet Show, oddly comforting yet satisfyingly surreal.

And after that, I ran home, and fell into a deep sleep, which was...
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FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC!

Here's hoping you're all well, take care and see you on the other side of the looking glass.