I have reached that tipping point where I typically have to draft half a dozen apologetic e-mails on Monday morning. I barged in; uninvited, drunk at the Gs on Friday and verbally assaulted Kevin D in front of the appalled guests, ruining what must have been a wonderful dinner party before stumbling to Apex (TM from the Gs on Saturday morning: “we worry about you”). I cannot remember anything about Saturday besides maybe listening repeatedly to the remake of “Forever Young” by Youth Group while watching half of the “Cider House rules” on mute. I mauled Mark H. so badly at Logan Tavern (leaving a still-noticeable scar on his forehead) on Sunday that Julius/Julian threatened to call the Humane Society. I hanged up on LL after he called my attention to all the Palm Sunday brunch/ trendy parties I was not invited to over the Weekend and the new minor local celebrities I have not met (if at least I could be ignored by models). Note to self: claw and severely disfigure LL when he returns to DC to bring to an end this unhealthy competition (I think the “who’s viewed me” feature on my friendster has been broken for a month). I also snapped at Erica G. for sending me too many Passover e-mails (a. no, I do not want a free box of matzah; b. I cannot make it to Seder Dinner, c. I am gay). Her silly response: “FHC dear, what’s wrong?”.
As I did not want to take any risk with the professional thingy today, I half-klonopined myself early on. I also told Mark that we’d go out on Tuesday but I am afraid I might go berserk once gain. It’s really a good thing, that I am being sent away for the WE.