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Three days legit sick in bed. I always have a much better attitude going into sickness than coming out of it. Now, my throat is a little sore, a little raw, and a little scratchy. AND IT IS DRIVING ME MAD!
Today, I worked for 6 hours, came home, walked the dog, doodled around on my phone, ate pizza with Jon, watch a documentary on Joan Rivers, and finally became sucked into reading LJ entries of yore. Wow. I was one sassy lil' motherfucker. And busy, too. People tell me that I am ambitious and that I work a lot but, somehow, I still feel kind of lame and lazy. Probably because my days used to read like this just 7 years ago:
"wake up, catch 8:60 short line bus to Nude Yawp City, subway ACE from Port AgainstAllAuthority to 23rd st. walk from 23rd/8th to 26th/12th(?), pull costumes from tdf costume collection (still have a lot to pull), catch ride back to school with Beba, work until 5, find dead birds to give to Meg, fix hem on coat, homework, gallery opening/peer shittalking, bar/peer shittalking, project runway viewing/WHAT WERE THEY THINKING!?"
AND I DID IT ALL WITH AN UNBOUND, BROKEN FOOT.
Whatever my right is, maybe I have earned it.
Pleasure to be here again, Livejournal. A land of moderate privacy.
Today, I worked for 6 hours, came home, walked the dog, doodled around on my phone, ate pizza with Jon, watch a documentary on Joan Rivers, and finally became sucked into reading LJ entries of yore. Wow. I was one sassy lil' motherfucker. And busy, too. People tell me that I am ambitious and that I work a lot but, somehow, I still feel kind of lame and lazy. Probably because my days used to read like this just 7 years ago:
"wake up, catch 8:60 short line bus to Nude Yawp City, subway ACE from Port AgainstAllAuthority to 23rd st. walk from 23rd/8th to 26th/12th(?), pull costumes from tdf costume collection (still have a lot to pull), catch ride back to school with Beba, work until 5, find dead birds to give to Meg, fix hem on coat, homework, gallery opening/peer shittalking, bar/peer shittalking, project runway viewing/WHAT WERE THEY THINKING!?"
AND I DID IT ALL WITH AN UNBOUND, BROKEN FOOT.
Whatever my right is, maybe I have earned it.
Pleasure to be here again, Livejournal. A land of moderate privacy.