it happens in relationships, too.
so my goal is to stop sleeping. i can work 50 hours a week doing whatever it is i'm asked, as long as i come home to do whatever it is i need to do for myself. it'll be like the sequel to the sleepless days of college-- except i'll be making money rather than spending it. i just need to make sure i'm balancing my life-- i tend to get swallowed by work if i'm not careful. and then come the costumes.
this past weekend was my first actual weekend in over a decade. and it showed me how very out of shape i am. when you get adjusted to having weekends on days like tuesdays or thursdays, night-life is quite a bit tamer than the real weekend.
on friday i was awake at 6:30am, worked for most of the day, was nearly hit by that cursed fedex truck, then made my way to hemlock for lindsey's birthday and to meet new friends. it was chaotic good fun to be back in a bar on a friday for the first time in too long, but it was also overwhelming for someone awake since such an early am.
travis and brian (of my apartment and bum city saints) were girlishly chasing lars fredrickson of rancid who happened to be at the bar. but i don't think either of them did much more than smoke a cigarette very near him and debate about actually talking to him.
and then at one point, i found myself sitting against the wall watching two couples make out freely by the bar. actually, a few of us were watching because it was slightly disturbing. one guy was trying to finger a girl through her jeans and she seemed okay with the idea. then, a second guy started to grope the same girl while the first guy kept at it. i think there were two guys and three girls total-- swingers maybe, or maybe just on molly-- by the end of the night, the guys were out of the picture and it was just a sort of three-girl make-out/fondling session. classy shit.
that's certainly not the usual scene at hemlock. and if it weren't for the other gawkers, i would've believed my delirious mind had simply imagined it all.
i don't remember how the night ended, though i believe i had a street hotdog, and a few drunken facebook conversations.
my saturday didn't begin till about 3pm. and that wasn't as much related to being hungover as it was being awake at 6:30am for three days straight with little to no preparation for a schedule change. my body needed a solid half-day to recover.
on sunday, i found myself in a corner. a moral corner.
i had two things i could do:
1. laundry and choresand believe me when i say it took some serious fucking will power to stay home and get my laundry done. i'd even debated about rushing the laundry, catching the bus and making it to the dildo ice cream social before it was over, but all my muni money was spent as laundry money.
2. attend the dildo pop-up ice cream social
having the opportunity to exchange dead batteries for free ice cream, while listening to a dildo lecture put on by good vibrations, and then getting free pbr and stand-up comedy all in on sitting may have been a test of my will.
i passed the test-- i did my fucking laundry instead-- but i am not happy about it.
i cannot wait till i get my first paycheck and i can have the fun i deserve. i can't wait till my sleep schedule has been properly adjusted. till then, my weekends may be a little disappointing. i've just got no other choice for now.
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