posted on March 09, 2004 @ 6:37 pm
"lovertits," peaches
"bathroom stall," epoxies
"i think i smell a rat," white stripes
"funky shit," prodigy
the past several days i've felt like the semi-squished skunk i saw on the highway earlier this morning, and my lack of energy to be awake much less shower has probably left me smelling much like him. or her. gosh i hope it wasn't a her; she could have had babies.
anyway. allow me to outline my ridiculous sleeping schedule. friday night at half past midnite, i fell asleep. i woke up a couple times saturday afternoon, at noon and one, but didn't actually become fully coherent until 8:00 p.m. i milled around, watched mad tv and snl, went grocery shopping at 2:00 a.m. i stayed up until 3:30 sunday afternoon. at 9:00 that night owen called, i talked to him for an hour, watched some tv, and ended up back asleep by 11:30. hmm i don't remember what i did yesterday, but i know i didn't get up until 10:00 p.m. i went back to sleep after taking cold and flu medicine and ibuprofen at 2:00 a.m., woke up this morning at 8:00, did some stuff, then slept from 1:00 p.m. to 4:00, making myself half an hour late to work. :sigh:
so, to sum up, in the past 86 hours, i've spent over 40 of them sleeping. and i feel only marginally better.
this morning after sesame street and mr. rogers, i applied at a porn shop called nirvana's. in the newspaper ad it said it was a megaplex. :shrug: the woman didn't seem thrilled i could only work saturday-tuesday, but she said she'd call me tomorrow or thursday. they also sell cigarettes and cigars; it smelled really great.
afterward i drove out to waterloo icehouse at 360 & 2222 but decided i really can't be a waitress; my back tortures me enough as it is with my lazing about. instead i went to the apartments i'd given a deposit to to tell them i couldn't afford it. when i told them i couldn't pay more than $550, what i'd be willing to pay for another loft i'd seen, they said, "okay, we'll lower it." well i'll be damned, something semi-pleasant happening for yours truly. i did a crappy paint version of my floorplan, so this is what i'll call home come june, greystone park:
it's smaller than the other loft, but i really think it'll be fine. i'm going to convince my parents to let me store my table at home in the garage and just buy another bar stool or a cool pair; in case i ever have the urge not to use the coffee table as the dinner table, i can just use the bar.
my headache is still lingering, so i went to sleep at 1:00 after eating. my alarm didn't go off until 4:12 causing me to be late, as aforementioned. this is really great, me being late when i'm trying to get hired elsewhere. and travis is on empty, so here's hoping he even starts when i get off. :falls over: i need a shower. and a friend. a shower with a friend? sorry, i'm just being strange and tired now. gods, what a [moreso than usual] useless entry. :cradles her head: i need to find a way to throw myself in front of a moving car and make it seem like an accident.