Pink and Blue

I think this was on Post Secret awhile back. I'm actually enjoying my job lately, which is always strange to say. And I also still pretend I'm on board the Enterprise often. Make it so!

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I'm still recovering from my time in Detroit. Trying to regulate my system again, balancing work with being able to hang out in bars again. Also the drinking culminated in quite a bender this weekend, which apparently affected the whole town, as everyone I know got extremely wasted on Saturday. Something in the air I suppose. Mid-winter freakout. Ugh, this shit is so almost done, and I'm so done with it, the snow, the cold.

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I had gotten home from work on Thursday, finally having reached my first full day off in three weeks, and promptly ate food and sat on the porch smoking. Suddenly this wave of good cheer came over me. I felt extremely good despite everything, the fatigue, and sat there so perplexed as to why I felt so damn good.

Half and hour I received the best and most puzzling text message ever. The number was Chicago in area code, though unknown on the caller id. The message read, "It's a boy!" The only person I knew was pregnant in that area was my sister. After checking my old cell phone for a possibility to the identity of the texter, I texted my brother asking if he got the same message. Then I freaked out realizing it was probably my brother-in-law, and that the baby came two weeks early.

I freaked out. Then got smart and called the number, and got the voicemail of my brother-in-law.

My nephew had been born.

I am quite extremely proud to introduce the birth of my first nephew, which makes me a drunkle, the eccentric odd black sheep of the family whose sole purpose is to spoil the little one with the things the parents deny them, to be the "cool" uncle for support, and I'm totally gonna corrupt that kid.

Lukas. Born two weeks early, but in fine, fine condition.

I wish the world he was born into was in better shape, but I guess that's something we all gotta work on.

I am so completely stoked about his birth.

I think I'm planning a Chicago trip for the end of March, to meet this lil' dude in person.

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I guess that's all I got. Got the most sleep last night, though unrestful sleep with night sweats and freezing, plus odd feverish dreams concerning work and the Legend of Zelda. Bizarre.

Wanted to kill every one today, for no reason.

Cranky.

Down, and Dirty.

Oh yes. Brilliant.

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I am so utterly exhausted. I'm not quite sure if I've had a day off in the last three weeks. February just sort of exploded in my face. Which is so, so good for me. To be actually busy with things outside of work. Doing something with my spare time. Especially during the coldest, darkest month of the Michigan winter. Even March is deceptively cold, but still filled with promises to come, of Spring, and warmth, and the desire to live again.

I spent my last four days off, two weekends, in Detroit, performing with the b-company, at a certain art/photography/show/exhibition thing that goes on every year. And its all dedicated to sex. Its chock full of adventure, and agony, stress, drunkenness, debauchery, and shear, pure fun and excitement. I wrote all about it on the mustache blog on the myspace page.

Which means I haven't had a pure, holy day off to myself, on which I accomplish exactly nothing. Damn I love my leisure and lazy time. I'm very selfish about it. And to give up four, two weekends in a row? Wow, I'm hooked on the whole b-company thing.

I took off my clothes in front of about 8000 people. A picture of me in a thong was on the front page of a weekly entertainment magazine's website. My junk, all over the internets.

I'm chuckling to myself right now.

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I'm amazed I'm still functioning right now. Sleep has not been a commodity. Nor sober time. I'm still managing to drink so much these days. But, not going to lie about it any longer, I drink every night of the week. An amount some would consider a lot. I've seen worse. Trust me.

It also doesn't encourage me, in the fact that I've recently begun hanging out with a lady, despite my attempts at not getting entangled in that sort of thing. So far its very chill, very cool, and I've been enjoying her company immensely. And also losing lots of sleep, on top of the exhaustion from performing.

Well, I do so enjoy taking off my clothing... in all sorts of manners. (Too cheesy to pass up). *Enter snooty laugh now.*

She also drinks as much as I do, which is a rare trait in a woman, one I find very appealing. I am a lush. Plus she's totally hot. And wants to make out with me. Also very appealing.

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I'm planning on writing an essay, mostly about turning thirty, and the events surrounding it, loss of love, joining the troop, taking my clothes off, etc. To be published in a local zine, which, as much flak as they get, at least someone is doing something around here, trying to put stuff out there. And my writing bug has been acting up greatly lately, which is such a good thing. Despite the fact I haven't updated this blog thing for shit.

Which is why I was insistent on the deadline factor. When does this need to be done by? Because I need deadlines, otherwise I'm dust in the wind.

I also had a major breakthrough in this fantasy novel series I've had ideas about for years, but never did anything about it. I'm so close to actually taking the time to write shit down.

I'm almost a writer again!

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Note - Please go see "Let the Right One in." Vampire movie, foreign, awesome. And pay attention.

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Did I mention she watches Battlestar Galactica? And reads comic books and sci-fi. Doesn't get the Star Wars appeal, but at least she's watched them.

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Well, the whole brain thing is shutting down. I have more to say, but cannot continue. Also, that other social connecting site, has completely taken over my soul. I cannot live without it now. This is scary.

Vaccines

I love this image sooo much.

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Sigh. I'm totally busy. This is the most random thing in my life to complain about. Especially now that we've entered into the real game of winter, February.

Last night the B company had a show in our neighboring little sister town, the mighty Ypsi. The show went better than expected, I caught up with some old friends whom had since moved over to that town. Crossover on both sides is sorely missed. The town is just far enough away to make people groan about going back and forth. The struggle never ends.

After the show I got exceedingly drunk, and "full of love," a condition I refer to as "full of love" whenever I get super drunk, kinda touchy-feely in the hug sort of way, and proceed to tell everyone around me how "full of love" I am. I did this entirely most of New Year's Eve. I don't remember much from that night. Only a calm, peaceful resolve.

We had an after party at a certain band's practice space, which is simply amazing. I cannot describe the entire "compound," but it made me think twice about my somewhat loathing of Ypsi. I've just had some bad experiences there, that's all. Getting stuck at a stranger's house after witnessing a totally brutal Lesbian fight. (I am never going to fight a lesbian. Whoa. Harsh.), with a girl that wanted nothing to do with me, despite lesbian's insistance.

I had an immensely good time. Suddenly all my groaing and bitching about going to practice melted away, and it felt like it paid off. We did great. And in the next two weekends, I'll be performing four days. My act. In Detroit. I was hesistant about devoted that much time to stuff, but really, its a great thing. My motivations are shifting. This will keep me going through the winter.

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Though I worry about my health. Last week I suffered from some sort of neck cramp, that is still not entirely done with me. four days of intense pain. I felt like a robot. Moving all mechanichly. A few unprescribed pills, and a very nice massage loosened things up, but damn, I'm getting old. I gotta start watching the posture.

Oh, and last night I stabbed my hand on a rusty nail, in the bed o' nails one of our performers uses in the show. Some bleeding, and I don't remember the last tetanus shot I got, so goddamn it, I gotta look into that now. I'm not too concerned, as it wasn't deep, and wiki's about diseases are horribly dangerous for the hypochondriac in me. It sort of reassured me. I also drank a lot of alcohol last night. So I think my whole body was fairly sanitized in that department.

I also got digits. Not to mention at the after party, I witnessed a very cool dog, suddenly pissing all over the place, at which I laughed at for a solid five minutes, and am still chuckling about to this very minute.

I also need to buy a new thong, maybe a gold or silver metallic one. I'm going to build a cardboard robot suit that I strip off for my next performance.

My life is so strange. I kinda love it.