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feeling: whupped on. it's a dodgeball night. hearing: the fucking wind is intense.
here's a decent question...
do you want to have a good summer, or a great summer?
ok, here i am, one thirty on a sunday night / monday morning.
daylight savings time.
and me, already with a fucked internal clock, drinking espresso.
staying up all night, again, to try and get back on a normal sleep schedule.
at least i'll have time to set up my computer and clean my room.
i also have to manage my finances for february and march.
ok, so work is going to be cake.
i'm not hungover, and i'll be boosting caffeine all night.
i might as well take a shower, so there's hot water in the morning for the room mates.
dodgeball this week started off like nothing and turned out to be a reasonable experience.
also, this is what i can remember from last thursday...
after i got off of work, i was in jersey city.
i read a clockwork orange in my car until ten pm.
i also pissed in a taco bell cup.
at ten, i took the path train to thirty-third street, took an r train to forty-ninth, went to the work office, dropped off my bag, and made it to the club by eleven.
getting in was a little rough, as me am being having the white shoes.
but i was on the list, so i got in.
free vodka bar until eleven thirty, too.
so i drink mas alcohol.
and by one thirty - ish i was able to dance.
there were a whole lot of people there, some i knew, some i had just met.
everyone was cool, as far as i could tell.
i think three - ish we took a cab somewhere, walked a little, and ended up at mike's...
then, i remember smiling a lot.
and i ended up in lia's kitchen, reading a book, and amazed it was seven thirty.
so i read some more, smoked, and went to work at eight.
then, still sleightly hungover and possibly drunk, but generally feeling sleep-deprived and, to coin a phrase, like shit, i worked.
at eleven, i got six chicken mcnuggets and felt like i was going to die.
i think i passed out once.
then i went to lincoln center, and back to the field office, and then to sleep in a leather chair.
then i went home-ish.
there was a party, of sorts, and jim beat megaman two.
tom, natalia, chris, jeff, and i ended up at the field on douglass.
did some couch surfing...
i think i may have intentionally left out some of the more interesting details.
i need to update more often, as a courtesy to those people i read and who read me.
i thought of another interesting wish to make:
i wish that i accomplish anything i want to or decide to try, even if i try to intentionally fail.
that would be pretty encompassing.
anyone got any good wishes?
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be destroyed by yourself - 2005-05-30