I can't hear diddlyshit.

Everybody and their mother's best friend's roommate's parakeet were at Death Guild tonight. I got to see a gajillion people I haven't seen in a year or more. I even danceded to a few songs despite my fuckered up knee, which was rather liberating. Overall, it was disturgingly crowded (I thought we just sprayed for goths!), hot and sweaty, and just about all the clubbing I can stand for the next couple of months.

Someone accidentally kicked me (somewhat predictable) in precisely the right way to tweak my buggered up tendon. It felt better after a little while (perhaps due to the alkie-hol), but it's coming back to haunt me now, so I'm going to bed, dammit. Don't try and stop me.

or maybe I'm getting bigger...

Is it just me, or does everything on LJ look... smaller?