Oh, crap, never mind. Have just established that the club crawl is not the event for me.

So, tonight I'll go to the gym after work, and maybe pick up something to read tomorrow. Maybe Chubby Hubby might like to get together after that. Saturday I'll put in a guest appearance as "The Shy and Mysterious Stranger at the Synagogue," and then spend the rest of the day napping and reading. Sunday I'll see a movie and go to the gym.

It'll be fine, I'll be fine. My weekends without J have always been like this, no reason why it should bother me now.

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