Jul 27, 2004 10:54
doesn't the universe want to let me sleep ever again? It was fun for a while, seeing good bands, meeting new people, 5 am rides home on the subway with drunk bands and wedding dresses, but as of Sunday when I ran away from the Badtown party (and when I say "ran" I mean slowly teetered away lugging about 20 pounds of records I was supposed to dj with and an exhausted Diana, sorry Jason) I have been trying to sleep.
Yesterday, Chloe woke me up to have me check if she'd gotten an e-mail. I'd slept 4 hours. Went about my day like a zombie until practice, at which I got really sick, really fast. I came home, went to bed. I woke up at 6 stressed out about money, which everyone from my parents to my roommate to the band owes me right now. Normally, I'm fine with this, but rent on everything is due this week and I'm nervous for tour. Well, at 7:30, I got a call from my credit card company saying that some one has been going around ordering things over the phone that just didn't fit my normal pattern. Awesome. I canceled it. I think my body is about to experience an ulcer renaissance.
I'm just thinking that in a little over a week all I will have to worry about is having fun. . . Song of the moment is most definitely "Quit This Town".