December 5, 1998.

Another delay. I have a site, I just can't get at it until the Boy gives me the password. I'd really like to be up & running, but I'm not putting pressure on the Boy - this is a relatively minor desire in the Scheme of Things, after all. It wouldn't do to whip up an enormous argument over something this stupid.

So I wait. Stocking up entries & trying not to lose interest with no audience feedback.

A ridiculous vogue for one of those Corruption Tests is going on among my RL circle. Two years ago I started passing it around, figuring it would die in a couple of days. These things rarely last longer than a week. Instead, everybody took the test. Well, everybody I knew at that time. My score was 62 out of 300 in those innocent days of yore. And it's back, getting circulated and updated. I'm up to 91 now...but there are a few things untallied as yet. Last Friday's almost-adventure into lesbianism will gain me a certain amount of partial credit, owing to the circumstances of the night.

Of course, I'm just an innocent little poppet compared to some of my friends. Agamemnon - despite remaining a virgin - shot up 90 points in the last two years. I won't even comment on Tymothi:J's score - suffice it to say that he's perilously close to full marks. Yet a nicer guy you'll not soon meet...which says some interesting things about what "corruption" means.

The Boy has yet to take the test, although he's very much looking forward to it. I have no doubt that he'll at least double my score...he's that kind of boy. Corrupt as a condemned tenement, but an awfully nice companion. Besides, who wants to date blushing debutantes? She says nonchalantly, having spent the last week studying chastity in Spencer's Faerie Queene...and at least a third corrupt herself.

Last night was a really good time, which is something I have yet to recount in the course of this diary. (I'm not trying to be dour, but it's been a busy serious time for me lately...not many instances of glittering fun & relaxation.) I had a good time last Friday, but the hangover (and sexual politics, let's not forget) really tempered the memory. But last night was an old-fashioned "drink till we act like dumb-asses" rave up.

Details: Fast Eddie's girlf just turned 20 (I feel ancient writing that), so we met in a local pub to celebrate. This also coincided with Fast Eddie's staff party, so there was more than a little good will towards men running around the room. The Boy & I showed up after 5 hours in the main university library, intending to have a quick beer & go home to sleep.

Instead, we stayed until there was dancing to AC/DC (surely an indicative moment that the party is really cooking), drinking pint after pint, laughing with the Tea People & generally making up for spending a large chunk of Friday night in a library. Since the Cow-Milk game started up 2 weeks ago, the Boy has a legitimate reason to get me drunk - somehow, I'm less prone to rigorous, self-denying logic after a pitcher of beer. Go figure.

So: a good night. And this morning I experienced the heaven of the long overdue shower, coupled with the cheap & plentiful breakfast served at a local greasy spoon. I'm in hedonist's heaven here, folks - I just with I wasn't so damn sleepy. I have a million fucking things to do this weekend, and sleeping is the least of them.

Or so I say now.

It was a good day generally, though, including the 5 hours in the library. After a week of pining, a few days with the Boy uplifts me greatly. We're trying to figure out a system of working together that produces actual work, and the library seems to be the solution. Granted, there was a lot of giggling & whispered comments in the course of the night, but it was rather necessary. This particular library is a grim grim place to spend time, and when you're studying Hegel & Spencer respectively, the grimness quickly becomes unbearable without quick doses of silly.

In other news, the Boy's taught me how to smoke. Perhaps a dangerous skill to learn, but very useful in the meantime. Now that the secret of the double inhale is known to me, I can take up that filthy habit I've always wanted. Shee yeah.