bluebeard

Sigur Ros was fucking amazing. I really liked their opening band, as well. It's really intersting to think so few people could make such a huge sound.

The next day we went to pick up Link from High House and Suzie from IDA. Started feeling icky, got home about 12:30-1ish, by 4am everything I've ever eaten in my entire life decided it was time to exit. Slept the rest of the day, got up this morning to the sweaty remains of a broken fever, came back to work, blech.

and here I am.

Sigur Ros is tomorrow! (have I annoyed you yet?) Report forthcoming, once I've actually, oh, seen them.

I have a crush.

So, in order to take new clients, I have to answer my phone.

If I'm not at my desk, I can't answer the phone.

I've been away from my desk a lot lately, for various reasons.. so our numbers are down.

Now that our numbers are down, you want me to help in bankruptcy.. so I'll be away from my desk even more..

Which means the numbers are gonna stay where they're at.

Niiiiiice.

Sigur Ros in 13 days.

*squeal*

I... I.. slept! Hallelujah. Earlier this week, hardly at all, but when I got home from work yesterday I immediately passed the fuck out. Woke up a few hours later, hung out a bit, was back in bed a little after midnight. I'm now at work, it's morning, and I'm not microsleeping. That's a good thing.

People are wierd. So, you make a friend, start hanging out. Discover said friend knew one of your housemates before, but met housemate through housemate's ex. Now, new friend wants you to say nothing to housemate about him, wants you to wait until they talk and hang out, blah blah blah.

Social control issues. Ick.

Y'know what happens when you don't check LJ for two days solid? That's right -- 200 posts worth, two hours of reading. Guess I gotta do something at work, yeah?

I slept 34 out of the last 48 hours. Flu-like thing, achey body and all that crap. It's over now. Yipee!

I went out last weekend. I discovered something:

If you and I are hanging out in a really crowded, sleazy gay bar, it's midnight, there's porn on the TV, people are making out and groping each other next to us, and we're having a conversation about god and root Christianity, you've totally just made a new friend.

Oh, and by the way:

KDP, Clever Title

now if only the bastard hadn't disappeared into the ether.

Reasons to love living in a faerie house:

Link, a 5'11" bearish looking guy, is staying with us for a bit.

He is currently walking around the house in black-and-purple-stripey stockings and 4" high heels.

.. and nothing else.

One last thing to add about the San Antonio trip: the uncle and I ended our final evening in the hotel by sitting around in our underwear, drinking tequila, half-assedly watching Bram Stoker's Dracula and talking about the family. I'd say it's the straightest thing I've ever done, but "straight" male bonding is inherently gay (what does that make gay male bonding? hmm. or, even, bi male bonding? Pansexual male bonding? Omnisexual male bonding? Autosexual.. I'll stop.), so it's not really a very accurate statement.

Yesterday I called in to work. Both of my housemates are out of town, so I had the entire house to myself... all day long. I let my brain go nuts and expelled some of the manic energy I've been bottling up. I feel much, much better. As do the bathroom walls, kitchen floor, cabinets, the stove, the front porch...

It's been a poor week for me, and I think the enforced hibernation has done me a lot of good. Mostly, I've stayed put in the Joe-hole and allowed myself to be irritable, getting that out of my system as well. Release is good.

Today I'm in a better mood than I have been in weeks. It's fantastic. I started the day off with a protein shake and a walk to work (about an hour's walk). Morning exercise, plus super-mega-multivitamin-shake, seems to equal happy muscles. Whodathunkit.

I still don't know what I'm doing for New Year's. What I'd like to do is a bunch of gets: hyper, drunk, social. Getting laid might be nice, heh. Being in my hibernacle all week, I'm out of touch, so I don't know what's going on. I'll probably end up at the bar or something.

One of my co-workers gave me a bourbon cake for X-massacre. (Damn christians, always killing Xes..) It's still sitting on my desk. Heh.

Ewww.

My sister's commissioning is formal wear. She wants me to wear a suit.

Does a mohawk count as formal? heh.