oh so very.
My weekend off was nothing of the sort. And I felt so good getting off early on Friday after eleven straight days of work. But I still had the same headache, the same one I have now, and have had for a week now. I put some booze on top of that, and there went Saturday, all day sleeping and throwing up, half hungover, half just the same damn migraine. I slept so much that I ended up awake at four in the morning, deciding to watch Cello, which, by the way is the scariest movie I have seen in a long, long time. This seems to be my M.O. lately, I'm not exactly sure what it is I'm trying to do to myself, but it's not anything healthy. No sleep, barely enough food to sustain, going to work early and staying late to avoid these long quiet hours at home which are spent ingesting the most perversely sad and disturbing films and music and literature. Speaking of work, that is where I spent my second "day off", filling in when someone called in sick and someone else just didn't show up. The saddest thing was I was so glad when Brigette woke me and asked me if I could go, because Bonnie was at the store by herself. And here I am now, tempted to watch The Virgin Suicides(why break from recent tradition?) and basically only killing time until tomorrow, all of this time is only being killed.