Its Super Bowl Sunday. And this fact means absolutely nothing to me, other than I'm planning on doing my usual Sunday night bar trip, to the bar up the street that has Restaurant Workers Appreciation night, where food and drinks are discounted greatly. That and usually no one is there early in the evening, and its a nice time to sit and ruminate by myself, and perhaps watch one of the many televisions. I'm wondering if the Simpsons will be on. Though I still fail to find "King of the Hill" entertaining in the slightest, though I suppose I should watch it to get a feel for the fine people's of Texas.
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I spent last night laying in bed, listening to music and laying low, despite plans to go out to some sort of fund raising show... The hangover from the night before really did a number on me all day, and the thought of consuming more alcohol unsettled my already unsettled stomach.
I made a wise choice. My first entirely sober night since things fell apart.
Though I can't say I woke feeling all the much better about the state of my life, I did manage to spend half the morning accomplishing little things, like cleaning, and going out to work on my taxes, which I'm pleased to report I will be receiving a decent chunk of change.
I do not believe having a lot of money will bring me happiness, but it doesn't hurt to have some extra funds coming in.
The events of Friday night took more out of me than I care to admit to, and I'm not speaking strictly pill and alcohol. A minor set back on the road to recovery. Sometimes I wish I could control these emotions, turn them off at will.
("There are times I envy you, Mr. Data")
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I'm going to attempt to quit the smoking. I'm not going to buy another pack tomorrow, or tonight for that matter. And see if I can make it through the day without smoking at all.
I only have a little bit left.
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And a huge shout out to TCB, for calling me, checking up on me after the very drunken text message I sent him the night before. I'll be seeing you soon.
And also a huge, long overdue thank you to Spy Sweeper(TM). According to the little annoying box that pops up in the corner of my computer screen, I am now protected against 220,816 threats. I had no idea my enemies' numbers were that high, and I am a little alarmed they seem to be growing steadily over time.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Adderalls Well, That Ends Well
For some reason after getting the internet hooked up in this house, whenever I check Google or log into my blog, they are displayed in German. Other websites seem to be in English. I do not know why. Maybe Google is telling me something, like move to Germany, or perhaps they are trying to expand my horizons.
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Oh Friday night. Some friends of mine decided to go out dancing at The Bar, to the Soul Club event at which DJ's spin soul, afro, funk music and people are invited to dance. I'm not much of a dancer, but i do enjoy it, and it usually takes a few drinks to really get me into it. Let's just say I got the drinking part down last night, though I only did probably about two songs worth of dancing.
My friend's didn't seem to be in the mood to dance, and were more prone to sitting in the back of the bar drinking and talking, which suited me just fine.
Let's just say there were some complications on the dance floor. A certain someone I'm not ready to socialize with again.
So that cast a shadow over some of the evenings proceedings, and I'll admit I kind of drank a lot to deal with it, as I am prone to do from time to time, but really I tried to enjoy myself. That and half the Adderall my friend gave me, well, made things somewhat fuzzy for me.
And probably added to the minor breakdown I had when I got home.
Oops.
The good thing is that I didn't drunk dial anybody. Although I did send some drunk texts to my friends, and not the complication, which is also good. Props to me for keeping my shit somewhat together!
Though I felt like death when I woke up this morning, or shall I say, woke up with the lights on and me laying perpendicular to my bed, my legs on the floor, and then when I realized I had to be to work in three hours, I tried to sleep the correct way, and received one of those super awful leg cramps, the one that feels like an ice pick being stabbed into your calf, when your leg bends against your will. This made me walk funny for the first part of my day.
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Work was actually kind of enjoyable today, strangely, despite the fog of my hangover, and the older ladies the share the basement work space yap yap yapping away about the most inane subjects... they literally sounded like clucking chickens to me. I was on fire with some witty banter today as well.
And I'm beginning to think L. Marge has a thing for me, cuz whenever she sees me she's all huge, radiant smiles.
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Oh Friday night. Some friends of mine decided to go out dancing at The Bar, to the Soul Club event at which DJ's spin soul, afro, funk music and people are invited to dance. I'm not much of a dancer, but i do enjoy it, and it usually takes a few drinks to really get me into it. Let's just say I got the drinking part down last night, though I only did probably about two songs worth of dancing.
My friend's didn't seem to be in the mood to dance, and were more prone to sitting in the back of the bar drinking and talking, which suited me just fine.
Let's just say there were some complications on the dance floor. A certain someone I'm not ready to socialize with again.
So that cast a shadow over some of the evenings proceedings, and I'll admit I kind of drank a lot to deal with it, as I am prone to do from time to time, but really I tried to enjoy myself. That and half the Adderall my friend gave me, well, made things somewhat fuzzy for me.
And probably added to the minor breakdown I had when I got home.
Oops.
The good thing is that I didn't drunk dial anybody. Although I did send some drunk texts to my friends, and not the complication, which is also good. Props to me for keeping my shit somewhat together!
Though I felt like death when I woke up this morning, or shall I say, woke up with the lights on and me laying perpendicular to my bed, my legs on the floor, and then when I realized I had to be to work in three hours, I tried to sleep the correct way, and received one of those super awful leg cramps, the one that feels like an ice pick being stabbed into your calf, when your leg bends against your will. This made me walk funny for the first part of my day.
...
Work was actually kind of enjoyable today, strangely, despite the fog of my hangover, and the older ladies the share the basement work space yap yap yapping away about the most inane subjects... they literally sounded like clucking chickens to me. I was on fire with some witty banter today as well.
And I'm beginning to think L. Marge has a thing for me, cuz whenever she sees me she's all huge, radiant smiles.
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