Boo: I have a fuckton of work to do in the next 2 weeks. I don't know how I'm going to manage it. 3 studio classes is proving to be a bit much. I don't get credit for my most stressful project, but doing it means I get half my hotel and plane cost back for a trip that's coming up. And that brings us to... Huzzah: Flying in to New Orleans for a print conference 2 weeks from tomorrow. First time there. Will be there on St. Patrick's day, which sort of seems a waste since I don't drink, but it should be entertaining nonetheless. Also have a friend visiting next week, and plans mostly include cuddling and making out and stuff, so that should be fun. And I got a letter today that I've been waiting for for the last 10 weeks or so.
Good god, @Beamish, that's tragic. No child should have to deal with that kind of event. I'm so sorry.
Hey @Flecky, where you at, yo?
@Trini - It's not my lease, and it was filthier than this when I first arrived, cochroaches and all. I'd rid the place of them by... y'know... keeping things clean... but that's not the way my roommates want to live. So, ok then.
@Taphead - Hoorah! There will be outings!
@Government Spy - good luck tonight, man!
The Yay:
Due to punding headache, I didn't leave the house on Friday night until after 2am, didn't meet up with my friends until 4:00am, and then suddenly found myself in a car with seven others on our way to buy forties and find a boat. We parked in the middle of an urban wasteland, walked down an alley, on a maze of wood planks, and then ... to a private party on a decrepit tugboat on the water somewhere in Brooklyn. The main room had a dj booth and dance area, and by some couches you could see a lit fireplace. We partied there until past dawn. It was amazing.
Saturday evening I was treated to see Shatner on stage, and it was awesome. The man still has it, y'know?
The WAH!
I have a cold, I have cramps, I have headaches. I think one of my friends is far too interested in dating me, and I think another might be slightly stalking me?
Also, a few moments ago i got a fb IM from a woman my mom went to art school with 25 years ago, telling me how much my mom misses me.
I tend to get frustrated at these instances, because really, there are a great many excellent reasons I don't keep in contact with my narcissist mother (Picture a combination of both female leads in Arrested Development, the mom from Spanking the Monkey, and a smidgen of Mommy Dearest). This happens, from time to time; someone from my mother's sphere of influence will get taken in by the sad puppydog eyes and BINK! there's an email from someone I've not seen since I was 8, telling me how very sad my mom is.
For this, I call upon my internal voice of reason manifested as Admiral Ackbar (as played by Samuel L Jackson): "It's a TRAP, motherfuckers!"
The goo, the snotty glue that fills my head i has manflu. And i am not happy about it, especially the bit where my head feels like it's going to explode every time i sneeze. There are probably more important things to be unhappy about but for the time being this is all i can think about. Uuurrhh! Leave me now! I die!
The Hurrah:
KK's birthday celebrations were a great success and she was most pleased with her uke. Life in general is good and the manflu does appear to be slowly receding, with luck i may just survive.
The applause:
Oldhat - Stick at it, things are changing, loneliness is a bugger and i hope it soon gets swept away for you.
Brittanica - Weird headspace? Memories? Yes, it's not difficult to drift off into melancholia but you're right, gone is gone. Your Dad sounds like a very sound man, onwards to the future and the new dawn of the Nashville industrial electro country scene. Or something.
Everybody - Stay strong, stay bright, stay sparkley and stay well away from big hairy snotty sneezy things, they are infectious and carry the plague.
Right, i wanted to write more but i'm struggling with a head full of doom snot, my poor little brain just wants to shut down. Time to crawl back to bed and die.