A day...
Woke up at noon and kind of sort of took 3 and a half hours to become fully lucid. I tried to do something productive. I tried to write, but words and ideas were too difficult to put together. Damn this head-cold I have... not really an intense sickness, just a nagging foggyness of the head that intensifies all the tiredness I feel at the moment. Makes thinking harrrrrd. Couple that with the fact that I was in the middle of another big 'this-will-be-very-expositiony' moment in the script and you've got a cocktail made of one part indifference and one part distraction, shaken...not stirred.
Goddammit...I've been writing this thing for almost a year. Shit.
ANYWAY...I gave up writin, watched Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children, and geeked out like I haven't geeked out since the end of middle school. Old characters appearing and kicking ass. Old theme music. Old locations. Fuckin' Sephiroth, muthafuckas! Woot! Alas, no real story to be found. Just mindless action. But I'll be goddamned if it wasn't kickass anyway.
Barista-whored myself out at 6pm and had a guy tell me 'Hey there, young man! You look full of energy today." I couldn't help but laugh. I could almost feel the skin of my face falling off, the bags under my eyes were so big. But I guess in this day and age appearances go a long way. Coffee helps. Yes it does.
After work, I had some non-specific Asian cuisine at a bar/grill called Rohan (sadly...the waiters didn't ride horses). Had a chance to sit and chat with Sarah and Michaela, one of my old roomates from the old Haight Street days. Talking about life, etc. over strangely flavored tofu dishes and native Asian cocktails (though I was a fool and ordered an American beer...whoops!).
They gave me a ride to a party in the Haight. I stopped, bought myself a couple beers (which would definitely help out my headcold ), and dove right in. It was good. Quite large. It's fun to schmooze with random strangers and get to a point when you feel like you've known the other person for years. That's what meeting people is all about, right? That level of comfort you both get to when you realize that the other person (you hope) isn't a total moron. Being sociable seemed pretty easy last night, which I guess means that the party was a success.
Ended up escaping the madness of the main room and hid in one of the bedrooms with Zenyha, David, and Co. (I am forgetting the other two guys's names) and proceeded to go over the finer points of life, etc. with them. Those guys sure know how to ride the ebbs and flows of a good conversation. I forget how fulfilling it is to just sit, relax, and talk. I should do this more often.
We decided to leave the house after the living room Dancy Party took a nasty turn and wandered through the Panhandle to Geary Blvd. We stopped at a place called Mr. Pizza Man, a late night Pizza-and-burger place, and had a pleasant comedown to the nights festivities.
I came home, passed out, and woke at noon again feeling tired and slightly sick and angry at myself for betraying my body--but also glad. The summer really IS here and time is mine again.