Trust Not False Friends
So this weekend was supremely weird, starting on Friday and ending... Well, it still hasn't stopped. And prolly won't until at least Thursday. But what can you do but take it like a man: clenching.
From an unexpectedly large number of people at the Maid to some quite unexpected people at the Maid on Friday night, the mother of all timewarps covering the subsequent morning and afternoon, and several big fucking bruises that could (and should) really have been avoided.
And then Sunday got deservedly thrown all out out of whack because some extremely cool shit came to my attention Saturday night.
Today simply required way too much god-damn human interaction. Explanation superfluous.
And now I'm trying to write five more philosophically justified pages by 2:30, wondering why the fuck it must be so bloody cold all of a sudden, and contemplating the utter transcendent glory that is Clam Chowder in a can.
All in all, I feel like I'm going forty miles over the top speed for the human model. Or at least I felt like that Saturday-ish. Now I feel like I've been doing it for several days and the fucking KEY SNAPPED OFF SHIT ARAARRRGHLARGLARBLBLBLBLRGH-
One of those times where I almost wish I would crash, just so I could stop.
From an unexpectedly large number of people at the Maid to some quite unexpected people at the Maid on Friday night, the mother of all timewarps covering the subsequent morning and afternoon, and several big fucking bruises that could (and should) really have been avoided.
And then Sunday got deservedly thrown all out out of whack because some extremely cool shit came to my attention Saturday night.
Today simply required way too much god-damn human interaction. Explanation superfluous.
And now I'm trying to write five more philosophically justified pages by 2:30, wondering why the fuck it must be so bloody cold all of a sudden, and contemplating the utter transcendent glory that is Clam Chowder in a can.
All in all, I feel like I'm going forty miles over the top speed for the human model. Or at least I felt like that Saturday-ish. Now I feel like I've been doing it for several days and the fucking KEY SNAPPED OFF SHIT ARAARRRGHLARGLARBLBLBLBLRGH-
One of those times where I almost wish I would crash, just so I could stop.