Kwazy
So, as it turns out, Norvell is fine. If by fine you mean so sick he was honest-to-god delusional last night. I believe he's doing better, but I have yet to actually talk to him, since his phone is disconnected and I get to spend roughly five hours a day at home lately, which should be used for sleeping.
Here's my schedule for the last few days on through the weekend:
Tuesday: Ate all of a banana and a slice of pizza all day, went to sleep at 2am
Wednesday: Woke up at seven thirty, class at nine, orientation, more class, work (all back to back) ending at five. Got an hour break, before my photo workshop, followed by heading straight to Stomp to help set up, dance, fall asleep for a couple minutes on the couch, dance some more, break down, and walk home. It's now 12:30, I'll prolly be getting to sleep at one. Forgot my wallet at home, so I didn't get to eat till Stomp, and even then all I had was a Cliff bar, fruit snacks, and some crackers.
Thursday: Up at six thirty, work at eight, half hour break until class at one, out at four, two hour break until open lab, darkroom till ten, run to Turn Verein, dance, break down, go home around midnight-ish.
Friday: Sleep! Oh my god, maybe even a full eight hours. Then frantically cleaning my apartment until das houseguests arrive, Stomp at seven, set up, dancing, break down, on to TBTR for late night sexy blues dancing, till four am, then home.
Saturday: Darkroom at nine, if I can drag my ass there (which I damn well better, since it's the last open lab before midterm), Stony Inn at noon, set up, dance, break down, three or so hour break (lunch at Pieces!), Stomp at seven, set up, dance, break down, more late night sexy blues, done at four am.
Sunday: Dance from one to four in the afternoon, break, dancing again from eight to one.
Monday: Class at nine, done at three, go home, die.
I could go dancing again Monday night, but the Exchange is officially over before then, and I don't think I'll be able to walk. At all. I may go to the Kepi show, though, if I don't pass out first.
It's gonna be glorious. After that my schedule reverts back to the standard Tuesday-Wednesday-Friday dance schedule.
Fuck, I feel guilty that I don't think I'll be able to do Underwriting for the radio station, even though I told Rob I would and I could really use the money. Maybe after this week I'll have time. Then again, that would be two jobs totaling forty hours a week, plus school, plus a packed dance card. Can you tell I like to dance? Fuck you Tia, this is all your fault.
Also, late night sexy talking is both awesome and frustrating. I should, like, find me a girl or something.
So hungry. So tired. Sleep wins. Besides, I get free coffee at work, and with my nifty discount I can get a decent sized lunch for $1.25. Yeah, that's fucking awesome.
/rambling
/consciousness
Here's my schedule for the last few days on through the weekend:
Tuesday: Ate all of a banana and a slice of pizza all day, went to sleep at 2am
Wednesday: Woke up at seven thirty, class at nine, orientation, more class, work (all back to back) ending at five. Got an hour break, before my photo workshop, followed by heading straight to Stomp to help set up, dance, fall asleep for a couple minutes on the couch, dance some more, break down, and walk home. It's now 12:30, I'll prolly be getting to sleep at one. Forgot my wallet at home, so I didn't get to eat till Stomp, and even then all I had was a Cliff bar, fruit snacks, and some crackers.
Thursday: Up at six thirty, work at eight, half hour break until class at one, out at four, two hour break until open lab, darkroom till ten, run to Turn Verein, dance, break down, go home around midnight-ish.
Friday: Sleep! Oh my god, maybe even a full eight hours. Then frantically cleaning my apartment until das houseguests arrive, Stomp at seven, set up, dancing, break down, on to TBTR for late night sexy blues dancing, till four am, then home.
Saturday: Darkroom at nine, if I can drag my ass there (which I damn well better, since it's the last open lab before midterm), Stony Inn at noon, set up, dance, break down, three or so hour break (lunch at Pieces!), Stomp at seven, set up, dance, break down, more late night sexy blues, done at four am.
Sunday: Dance from one to four in the afternoon, break, dancing again from eight to one.
Monday: Class at nine, done at three, go home, die.
I could go dancing again Monday night, but the Exchange is officially over before then, and I don't think I'll be able to walk. At all. I may go to the Kepi show, though, if I don't pass out first.
It's gonna be glorious. After that my schedule reverts back to the standard Tuesday-Wednesday-Friday dance schedule.
Fuck, I feel guilty that I don't think I'll be able to do Underwriting for the radio station, even though I told Rob I would and I could really use the money. Maybe after this week I'll have time. Then again, that would be two jobs totaling forty hours a week, plus school, plus a packed dance card. Can you tell I like to dance? Fuck you Tia, this is all your fault.
Also, late night sexy talking is both awesome and frustrating. I should, like, find me a girl or something.
So hungry. So tired. Sleep wins. Besides, I get free coffee at work, and with my nifty discount I can get a decent sized lunch for $1.25. Yeah, that's fucking awesome.
/rambling
/consciousness