Wednesday, July 14, 2004
Snore Me a River
I am honestly in a coma. It’s so figures that at 3am, staying up until 4am didn’t sound like such a bad idea. “All I have to do tomorrow is go to work and then go home and sleep! Let’s stay awake forever!” Stupid stupid stupid. As soon as I woke up this morning, I thought I had accidentally died and woke up in hell. My head pounded, my stomach churned, and I was NOT happy with the decisions I had made last night.
I had a wonderful dinner with my friend Hans. I had the salmon, she had the lollipop wings. I drank a bottle of wine myself, she had a gallon of water herself. We played some games, caught up on old times, and then I hugged her goodbye. Hans is moving out of NYC in two weeks, so this was our goodbye for awhile. Not really sure when I will see her again. But such is life…
After dinner I went home and surprised Mariah at her apartment. She is leaving today for the Cape and I wanted to be able to spend some quality time with her before the trip. Spend quality time we did. We talked and talked and talked until Paul walked in the door at 12:30am. At that point, things got all sorts of crazy. We played some loud music, jumped around like lunatics, and ate tons of grilled cheese. At 2am, I started to get really tired and Paul begged me to stay awake a bit longer with him.
Paul’s parents are coming to visit him this weekend. This is the first time his parents have ever come to visit him that I know of. Paul and I have been together for over 4 and ½ years and I’ve only even met them once. Both Paul’s mom and dad have no idea that he’s gay, so I’ve had to move my stuff out of the apartment for the weekend. It’s a bit upsetting to me that he hasn’t confronted this issue with them yet, but we can always hope he will this weekend! And if not, in due time.
I may not see Paul again until Monday night, so he begged me to stay up as late as I could with him. That turned into a 4am evening for me. When I got to bed, I was so wired, I just laid there laughing and laughing until I felt the tears start to come. Clearly I was WIPED out. When the alarm went off this morning, my life shrivilved up and died. I clawed the sleep out of my eyes and threw my pimply ass (hork!) in the shower. I nearly fell down from lack of energy.
Tonight the cable people are coming to fix my cable box. Fuckers came last Friday when Iwas away and pretended to fix it. Now I’ve had to make ANOTHER appointment for them to fix it for real. Stupid bastids. My mom asked me why we have so many problems with our cable while she and my dad have none. I told her that NYC is just one huge hassle. She laughed and then I farted. It was a nice moment.
I’m making the nicest dinner tonight. I’m having onion rings and salad and chicken. It should be pretty good, especially since I’ve got nothing else to do. Maybe I’ll play some cards online. I’ve been horribly addicted to “Yahoo Games” lately. I’m like a Heart playing machizzle. If I lose, my hand clicks the “play again” button before my mind can stop it. At some point I may need someone to stick my hands in a blender to teach them a lesson.
Fucking hands fucking fucker zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
I gotta go.
I am honestly in a coma. It’s so figures that at 3am, staying up until 4am didn’t sound like such a bad idea. “All I have to do tomorrow is go to work and then go home and sleep! Let’s stay awake forever!” Stupid stupid stupid. As soon as I woke up this morning, I thought I had accidentally died and woke up in hell. My head pounded, my stomach churned, and I was NOT happy with the decisions I had made last night.
I had a wonderful dinner with my friend Hans. I had the salmon, she had the lollipop wings. I drank a bottle of wine myself, she had a gallon of water herself. We played some games, caught up on old times, and then I hugged her goodbye. Hans is moving out of NYC in two weeks, so this was our goodbye for awhile. Not really sure when I will see her again. But such is life…
After dinner I went home and surprised Mariah at her apartment. She is leaving today for the Cape and I wanted to be able to spend some quality time with her before the trip. Spend quality time we did. We talked and talked and talked until Paul walked in the door at 12:30am. At that point, things got all sorts of crazy. We played some loud music, jumped around like lunatics, and ate tons of grilled cheese. At 2am, I started to get really tired and Paul begged me to stay awake a bit longer with him.
Paul’s parents are coming to visit him this weekend. This is the first time his parents have ever come to visit him that I know of. Paul and I have been together for over 4 and ½ years and I’ve only even met them once. Both Paul’s mom and dad have no idea that he’s gay, so I’ve had to move my stuff out of the apartment for the weekend. It’s a bit upsetting to me that he hasn’t confronted this issue with them yet, but we can always hope he will this weekend! And if not, in due time.
I may not see Paul again until Monday night, so he begged me to stay up as late as I could with him. That turned into a 4am evening for me. When I got to bed, I was so wired, I just laid there laughing and laughing until I felt the tears start to come. Clearly I was WIPED out. When the alarm went off this morning, my life shrivilved up and died. I clawed the sleep out of my eyes and threw my pimply ass (hork!) in the shower. I nearly fell down from lack of energy.
Tonight the cable people are coming to fix my cable box. Fuckers came last Friday when Iwas away and pretended to fix it. Now I’ve had to make ANOTHER appointment for them to fix it for real. Stupid bastids. My mom asked me why we have so many problems with our cable while she and my dad have none. I told her that NYC is just one huge hassle. She laughed and then I farted. It was a nice moment.
I’m making the nicest dinner tonight. I’m having onion rings and salad and chicken. It should be pretty good, especially since I’ve got nothing else to do. Maybe I’ll play some cards online. I’ve been horribly addicted to “Yahoo Games” lately. I’m like a Heart playing machizzle. If I lose, my hand clicks the “play again” button before my mind can stop it. At some point I may need someone to stick my hands in a blender to teach them a lesson.
Fucking hands fucking fucker zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
I gotta go.
