I picked up my half marathon registration packet last night. I apparantly can't cancel my entry, so I decided that since I trained for so long for the race, then damnit, I deserve the T-shirt and the free rice samples and the coupons for the running socks.

Then I hosted the first Big Gay Movie Night of the season. Ten fags. Two spiffy new chairs. Two fabulous DVDs. And now a refrigerator full of leftover pizza.