When I got back from Florida on Tuesday, I was so rested, and healthy, and ready to go back to work. Ahahaha. No longer. I now present to you a timeline of events:
Tuesday night:
~ home from Florida. Sleep.
Wednesday day:
~ sleep.
Wednesday night:
~ Laced up at 5 pm.
~ VNV prep @ Brendan's house; much drinking & smoking.
~ VNV Nation @ Avalon; drinking & smoking.
~ Back to Brendan's house; much drinking & smoking. Unlaced at 5 am.
~ Diner.
~ Home at 7am.
Thursday day:
~ sleep (7am - 7pm)
Thursday night:
~ couldn't sleep.
Friday day:
~ sleep (5am - 4pm)
Friday night:
~ NJ Transit to New Brunswick for dinner at 6.
~ Back on a train to NY at 10.
~ Brendan's house. I arrived 7 minutes before 12; drinking.
~ House party 2; much drinking & smoking.
~ Motherfucker @ Shelter; drinking.
~ Home at 7am.
Saturday day:
~ sleep (7am - 7pm)
Saturday night:
~ Downtime @ Albion (for the first time in 2.5 years.) Much drinking.
~ Brendan's house: drinking and smoking.
Sunday day:
~ Still @ Brendan's house, until 9-ish.
~ Wandering in central park: smoking.
~ Diner.
~ Wandering through city.
~ Home at 3 pm.
At 3, when I got home, still fairly buzzed, I wrote this in my livejournal:
Vacation, the Finale:
Too tired to fall asleep. Mad zombified. I want a clove so badly. Buh. But I am filled with love for people, and love for dancing, and love for 2005. Don't make fun of my sappiness though, because I will punch you in the face; I am in that zone right now. I kid you not.
And after that I fought to stay awake till 4, napped for an hour, and then fought to stay awake from 5-7, so I'd be able to get a good nights sleep. So, in summary: I got back to the city in great shape on Tuesday, and then spent 4 days sleeping, and 4 nights and 1 day smoking, drinking, dancing, and eating at diners. (And spending lots of money.)
And tomorrow (Monday) I go back to work. The kids won't be there, it's just CPR training; that makes it even worse, because the kids are what make the place tolerable. I do not want to go back to work at all. I just want to dress "strangely" - I wish I had photos, I've looked fantastic - and hang with my favorite goth kids until the end of the world. (5 goth points if you got that reference (no, not U2.)) That lifestyle is so addictive to me.
But now back to reality.
Tuesday night:
~ home from Florida. Sleep.
Wednesday day:
~ sleep.
Wednesday night:
~ Laced up at 5 pm.
~ VNV prep @ Brendan's house; much drinking & smoking.
~ VNV Nation @ Avalon; drinking & smoking.
~ Back to Brendan's house; much drinking & smoking. Unlaced at 5 am.
~ Diner.
~ Home at 7am.
Thursday day:
~ sleep (7am - 7pm)
Thursday night:
~ couldn't sleep.
Friday day:
~ sleep (5am - 4pm)
Friday night:
~ NJ Transit to New Brunswick for dinner at 6.
~ Back on a train to NY at 10.
~ Brendan's house. I arrived 7 minutes before 12; drinking.
~ House party 2; much drinking & smoking.
~ Motherfucker @ Shelter; drinking.
~ Home at 7am.
Saturday day:
~ sleep (7am - 7pm)
Saturday night:
~ Downtime @ Albion (for the first time in 2.5 years.) Much drinking.
~ Brendan's house: drinking and smoking.
Sunday day:
~ Still @ Brendan's house, until 9-ish.
~ Wandering in central park: smoking.
~ Diner.
~ Wandering through city.
~ Home at 3 pm.
At 3, when I got home, still fairly buzzed, I wrote this in my livejournal:
Vacation, the Finale:
Too tired to fall asleep. Mad zombified. I want a clove so badly. Buh. But I am filled with love for people, and love for dancing, and love for 2005. Don't make fun of my sappiness though, because I will punch you in the face; I am in that zone right now. I kid you not.
And after that I fought to stay awake till 4, napped for an hour, and then fought to stay awake from 5-7, so I'd be able to get a good nights sleep. So, in summary: I got back to the city in great shape on Tuesday, and then spent 4 days sleeping, and 4 nights and 1 day smoking, drinking, dancing, and eating at diners. (And spending lots of money.)
And tomorrow (Monday) I go back to work. The kids won't be there, it's just CPR training; that makes it even worse, because the kids are what make the place tolerable. I do not want to go back to work at all. I just want to dress "strangely" - I wish I had photos, I've looked fantastic - and hang with my favorite goth kids until the end of the world. (5 goth points if you got that reference (no, not U2.)) That lifestyle is so addictive to me.
But now back to reality.
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Thanks for the kissy face. Heh.