Bad week has come to a premature end, as of 4:50 pm today. Things somehow worked themselves out better than I could have imagined. The day was hell though; I was running on little sleep, little energy, little time, and little patience. Had to skip out on dinner and movie tonight, just because I feel so drained and need some down-time.
This break couldn’t have come at a better time. Tindersticks was tearing my fucking heart out this morning.
Fuck bad day. This is going to be a bad fucking week. The only saving grace is that I can come home and hang out with Trolley every day.
Maybe I’m just in a bad mood because of lack of sleep. I can’t think straight, I can’t concentrate, I can’t remember things, I can’t do shit. Can’t get my fucking freezer moved. It’s raining and I just washed these pants. Remembered my drywall putty in my 16th floor room when I stepped outside on the cement. Couldn’t find pics for a post on the drool material over at Tristan. Where did my redhead of choice in the pin-striped suit go? Have to completely clean the old apartment after work. It’s time for some In Utero. I could really go for some super sweet, super creamy, real coffee right now.
It’s a hoodie day. An oversized BR hoodie day.
I hate cheap, selfish, inconsiderate people who piss me off so much that I can’t sleep and it causes my hate to build up again.
Spent the weekend house sitting for my boss (on a trip to watch his daughter perform in New York) with Trolley, Nick, and two Eric’s. We spent most of the weekend hanging out, playing some Gamecube, watching movies on the 100″ projection screen, and making runs to Timmy Ho’s.
My boss and his family has three dogs, two cats, a few turtles, and some guinea pigs. One of the dogs, named Spike, is a tiny terrier but is like a little lightning bolt. He’s still a pup, but won’t be getting any bigger than he already is.
The two cats, Boots and Puffy, are well behaved and friendly.
I got the chance to hang out with Eric, the one who’s not Trolley’s brother. He can appreciate a glass of Appleton Estate as much as a copy of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, as much as a well designed computer game. And I mean really appreciate, as a person who almost completely understands what he likes, instead of the superficial tastes that so many have nowadays. I can light up with him, talk to him on an unbelievable number of levels, play games with him, or just hang out. He rarely speaks, but when he does his speech has weight, it has meaning with so much insight. I hope to hang out with him some more if he doesn’t go back home to Toronto. There should be more Eric’s in the world.
It’s been non-stop for the last two weeks. Exams, moving, vet appointments, unpacking, cleaning, errands, etc. I don’t think I’ve ever been this busy or sleep deprived. I’m so tired that I can barely stay awake on the bus rides home. I can’t even think long enough to come up with a decent entry, and writing and reading have fallen on my priority list. Hopefully I’ll be settled in by the weekend so that I can enjoy it, housesitting for my boss. Lost my bus pass this morning.