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Am home. I seem to've developed a ritual for coming home from a LARP at 11pm Sunday night.

1. Summon last available strength to haul self and what has apparently become a lead backpack up two flights of stais and into flat.
2. Close door, drop backpack against nearest available wall, take off shoes and leave them on the doormat, as they're filthy as sin.
3. Switch on computer on way to bathroom.
4. Undress, toss clothes in nearest handy corner, take very hot and long shower.
5. Check e-mail, skim friendslist, have chocolate milk and cigarette.
6. Attempt to go to bed at decent hour.

Note the "attempt" in point six. Also note compete and utter lack of any sort of mention of the word "unpack, let alone "wash" and "clothes" in the same sentence. That'll be somethign for tomorrow. OR perhaps not, depending on how tired I feel tomorrow (more on that later), as I may just go and see Troy, which is all over my friends page.

( More LARP babble. )

I'm sunburnt and bruised all over, my lips are so chapped they're raw, and I'm tired, but I've had the most fun ever this weekend. An di shall now go and try to move on to point six on that ritual.