artiekgb

What an interesting couple three four days:

Valentines day was fucking fantastic thanks in no small part to one Ms. sighclops.

Friday was also pretty damned good. Work was weird, and everyone was sick, so I ended up spending a large portion of the day holding down Client Services on my solo. After work, I grabbed some profoundly tasty dinner from Govinda's and headed home for a quick shower and to retrieve my roommate. We then hopped a bus and headed out to The Khyber for Spin the Bottle, which is becoming my favorite club night in town. I wish it was a weekly.
Somewhere along the way, the two of us decided we were going to get "College Drunk", and also that we should get as many other people "College Drunk" as possible. To that goal, the night was a success. I was so profoundly drunk, that I am amazed I remember everything. I am not saying that in a bragging about being drunk, or a blaming my behavior on booze sort of a way. I am just setting the stage. Anyway, I had a great time. I was more than a little out of control and there was much dancing, yelling, incoherent text messaging, and all around mayhem.

Saturday morning is where things got a little tricky. During my drunken rage, I had managed to say some pretty terrible things to a bunch of my friends. Now I will say this. Everything that I said was true, however they were largely things that you should maybe not say to people you don't want to offend. You know, like your friends? A quick perusal of my outgoing text box confirmed that I was indeed even more out of control than I seemed to think I was, at the time. I was a little worried that I was going to have some really angry friends. The flames of paranoia were stoked by my reading a journal entry, where in one of my friends mentions having had a great night until "someone said a lot of assholish things" no names were given, but the message was clear. I quickly began calling and texting people to see how wide the fallout was. No one responded. At which point I was full fledged in highschool "all my friends hate me" mode.
I did go out to Tattooed Mom for dinner, and had a fantastic sandwich, which rescued my Saturday from being totally sucktastick.

Remember how I mentioned that everyone in my office is sick. Well it stared catching up with me on Sunday. I felt like shit all day. When added to the fact that no one had contacted me back, and I was convinced that everyone had stopped talking to me, it was one miserable fucking day. There was no savior for Sunday. I take that back. That horrible dog that has been living at my house, went home on Sunday, and mission "Clean the house and stop living like a filthy scum bag" began full force.

Today, I woke up and felt like my stomach was about to crawl out of me, of it's own free will. I promptly called out of work and went back to sleep. I got up at about 10:30 to work from home, since there is no way I could totally shirk my responsibilities. Believe it or not, things got even worse. When I checked my messages, there was a storm of communication from work, related to not one, but two large projects that I had either dropped the ball on, or entirely fucked up. So instead of taking a day to take it easy and feel better, I got to work my ass off. Granted I was able to smoke, wear pajamas and listen to music while doing so, but that was only a small saving grace.
At around 2pm, things took a turn for the better. That being I started to get on top of my work projects, and realized that things were alright on that front, while at the same time, the calls and texts started coming in. To sum most of them up in a nutshell. I will copy one line from an AIM conversation with my friend Carolyn.

Carolyn: well while nobody is "DEATH KILL ARTIE" mad at you - you should still be rethinking things, because you came real close to situations i dont think you want

maaaaaan, TRUE! I think it is time I cut back on the raging a little.

Also, my new big thing is photographic illustrations of how I'm feeling. Here is this weekend.