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I went out for an all nighter in Roppongi on Saturday after work to celebrate J's b-day. It was interesting. I felt bad because a couple of her friends no-showed, and one of her Swedish friends drank too much so we lost two while one took care of her. J spent a lot of time worrying about her friends, and where they were, and why they weren't on time, and I tried to get her to spend time with the people that were in fact there, but, I dunno, knowing how parties go, and how I feel when people aren't there, I understand where she was coming from. I just would have gone back and enjoyed my party a little sooner than she.

She told me that she loves me. I told her I love her too, but that I'm not in love with her, which is the truth, and exactly what she didn't want to hear. But, it's the truth, and it's better that we both said what we did than anything else. I would always much rather be aware of the truth, it empowers someone to make better choices, and understand other people and their actions. All the same though, I kinda had to remark the oddness of telling me that while bringing the guy she's started seeing along for the evening. The part of me that's seen hugely meladramatic poorly (read:extremely well) organized social situations was screaming at me to leave that party as soon as I could possibly do so, but, I stuck it out because PITA or not, she's my friend and being a retard sometimes aside, I do care about her a lot and want her to be happy, especially on her birthday, which she seems to think just isn't worth celebrating. I've reminded her how futile, i.e. self fulfilling, it is to say that.

Anyway, it wasn't so bad, and I had a good time, aside from the awkwardness for a bit, and the not smoking, and the, I really don't pull allnighters so much anymore. I'm such an old fart. I go to bed at like, midnight anymore. I wake up at freakin 7:45am. I am so lame.