Tuesday, November 25, 2003
Today I am exhausted.
I don’t know what it is. I did nothing last night, but shove my face with food and hang with my boyfriend. Yet, I walk around in pure zombie form this afternoon as though I was out all night partying it up with Paris Hilton and Nicole Ritchie. You understand.
I made the dyer mistake of eating two slices of pizza for lunch. I don’t know if it’s the cold weather or because Thanksgiving is around the corner or what…but I am starving. Always starving. Always ready to cook up a quick ham and shove it down my gullet. Probably follow it with a 32oz glass of gravy. And maybe a spoonful of peas.
Sike. Like I even like gravy. That shit is so nasty.
Cept on french fries sometimes. That can be good.
For some reason my house phone is disconnected. I think the wind knocked the line dead or something. Either that or a killer is plotting my grisly death.
Eh.
This has been the longest week of my life. I am not really looking forward to going home, although I know it will be enjoyable once I get there. Of course I want to see and spend time with my parents. Of course I want to go out to the gay bars in Albany. Of course I want to play with my parents little pup. And of course it will be so nice to be out of NYC and in the clean, fresh smelling air of Albany, NY. It’s really beautiful up there. When I was home a couple of weeks ago, I marveled at how gorgeous Albany really is. It’s so simple and calm. The anxiety just runs out of my bones and I settle in to life there so quickly.
The only downside is that I am allergic to my old cat. So by Friday morning, my eyes will be swollen and I will be breathing through my dickhead. There’s no way to avoid it. Just have to deal with it.
I do love my shower at home though. So much water cascading over my pizza-laden thighs. I may even take a bath. I haven’t done that since like early 2000. I could use one. Calgon take me away or some shit.
Only two more hours to get through before I can go back to my apartment.
Gotta pack and clean the hamster cage and do a conference call with the Theatre Company.
After that, to bed I said.
I don’t know what it is. I did nothing last night, but shove my face with food and hang with my boyfriend. Yet, I walk around in pure zombie form this afternoon as though I was out all night partying it up with Paris Hilton and Nicole Ritchie. You understand.
I made the dyer mistake of eating two slices of pizza for lunch. I don’t know if it’s the cold weather or because Thanksgiving is around the corner or what…but I am starving. Always starving. Always ready to cook up a quick ham and shove it down my gullet. Probably follow it with a 32oz glass of gravy. And maybe a spoonful of peas.
Sike. Like I even like gravy. That shit is so nasty.
Cept on french fries sometimes. That can be good.
For some reason my house phone is disconnected. I think the wind knocked the line dead or something. Either that or a killer is plotting my grisly death.
Eh.
This has been the longest week of my life. I am not really looking forward to going home, although I know it will be enjoyable once I get there. Of course I want to see and spend time with my parents. Of course I want to go out to the gay bars in Albany. Of course I want to play with my parents little pup. And of course it will be so nice to be out of NYC and in the clean, fresh smelling air of Albany, NY. It’s really beautiful up there. When I was home a couple of weeks ago, I marveled at how gorgeous Albany really is. It’s so simple and calm. The anxiety just runs out of my bones and I settle in to life there so quickly.
The only downside is that I am allergic to my old cat. So by Friday morning, my eyes will be swollen and I will be breathing through my dickhead. There’s no way to avoid it. Just have to deal with it.
I do love my shower at home though. So much water cascading over my pizza-laden thighs. I may even take a bath. I haven’t done that since like early 2000. I could use one. Calgon take me away or some shit.
Only two more hours to get through before I can go back to my apartment.
Gotta pack and clean the hamster cage and do a conference call with the Theatre Company.
After that, to bed I said.
