The good news is that I actually got out of the house today after a whole lot of sloth. Somehow I got it into my head to go to a nightclub relatively close to my house (which is to say, not crossing any large bodies of water). That idea got into my head without bringing along the realization that the last Saturday before All Hallow's Eve is likely to be an interesting time to find some dancing.
And now I smell like cigarette smoke. Yay.