Thursday: I slept in the living room again. It was not a good sleep. I was told that my landlady was wallpapering at 3pm on Thursday and Friday, so I avoided going home until late - only to discover that it never happened. Well, whatever.
Friday: I slept in the living room again. This is becoming a theme. I hate sleeping in the living room - the lights from the building next door and people going in and out wake me up. I went to World Cup, bought a pair of pants for work - size 33! - and I bought curtains for my living room. I came home and discovered that my curtains were not going to work on my window. Fuck.
Saturday: I slept in the living room yet again, only this time I was in bed at 11:30 Friday night and didn't fall asleep until 3am. Then I woke up at 6:30am. I went to the gym, worked out, and discovered that I weigh 79.9kg: 176lb. I haven't weighed this little since my freshman year of college. And before that... maybe the fifth grade. The wallpaper guy/my landlady finally came at 9am. I went to Korean class downtown at the Gwangju International Center (GIC). It was okay. Then Megan, Zandra, some of Zandra's classmates, and I went to lunch. I got home at around 2:30pm and discovered that my apartment was fully wallpapered - except for some stick-on baseboard in my bedroom. It was also a complete mess. I spent a couple hours cleaning and moving shit around and then it was time to celebrate my birthday. (Which was not yesterday, but celebrating on a worknight isn't happening.)
After eating cake and unwrapping gifts - which included a Korean book, an, um, amazing tie, and a small harem of Lego Village People, Jodi, Megan, Nigel, and I went to a Thai place for dinner. It was okay. Then we got on the subway - my first time on the subway in Gwangju - and went to Sangmu, where we went to a bar/restaurant and drank a bit. Zandra eventually joined us. Then we went downtown and drank some more. I was basically more drunk than I've ever been before - standing was difficult, I knocked over a beer, etc. Not good. Megan was great and didn't leave until I left. That ended up being when Jodi and Nigel left, because I realized, "Well, I'm sitting here not doing anything. That's kind of lame." It was for the best. I got a bit maudlin when I got home - including drunken tweeting and posting an LJ entry that is better left private - and went to bed.
I invited a few coworkers to the bar. They came, I was too drunk to do anything, most of them left. Josh stayed. At one point, he said something like, "It's your birthday, we need to hook you up!"
I said, "Look around. Who the fuck would I hook up with? Unless you're offering I doubt it's happening." He was not, in fact, offering. And, as expected, there was no hooking up. (Unless I lost part of the night... which didn't happen.)
I'm okay today. No hangover, although I may still be a bit drunk. I've been drunk several times now and I've never had a hangover. Don't know how that works. I'm not going to get this drunk again. If I'm too drunk to fucking do anything, what's the point?