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Exhaustion
02 February 2003 @ 11:36 p.m.
Exhaustion sucks. Plain old sucks. I ache from my chest down. I swear my legs should be jello instead of the cramped, stiff things they are.
So, why the exhaustion?
Friday night I was truly out too late. Saturday was spent wollowing amongst myself, only to muster up the motivation to pick me up off my ass to get ready for work. But! I didn't have to work Saturday night. I wrote down my schedule wrong. My two hours of tears and frustration because I couldn't find a skirt that fit was for NOTHING. My digging out my car and cursing in heels was for NOTHING. NOTHING! So I drove home and plopped on my couch with my whopper and coke. (stupid evil $0.99 whoppers)
But we were having people over for a party Saturday night, so I called up Ari and we went shopping for supplies. Heels and all.
No party should ever be without a Bob The Builder pinata.
House filled up rapidly, though those who said they'd come, such as T, never came. Everyone had a fantastic time and Ari and I broke even on supplies and still have a few handles of liquor left. Ended last night around 2:00am pulling red stains out of the carpet. While drunk.
Yet again, I am a domestic goddess.
Woke up late today from a fantastic dream that included a shower, me, and some guy I created with short light brown hair and dark chocolate brown eyes. *sigh* Great dream. Went downstairs to the mess - started cleaning. Kitchen was too trashed to cook, so I didn't eat.
Neighbors come storming into the house for parking issues. I proceeded to spend the afternoon working out that stupid parking lot, cleaning up my house, and dealing with an increasingly sore back.
But I still had to work tonight. Not last night as I had thought. Skirts still don't fit. I liked those skirts too. So now I get to figure out how to get back into them.
Goddamn it, I will fit into my skirts again!!!
Work sucked. The three or four volunteers that I did not want to see were of course working. Music was good. Actually had the hopes to see Bass Player, but of course I didn't. Long long long night. Still hadn't eaten by 10:00 when I headed to play rehearsal.
God bless Ari though, she ran and got me food as we rehearsed. I feel bad for the others who were rehearsing with me, I pretty much collapsed on the floor and ran my lines from there.
But now I'm home. I need to do laundry but the roomies have control of the laundry room. At least the house is clean. *pats self on back*
Today was my mom's birthday though, and I didn't get a hold of her. Tried calling once, but I wasn't in the house long enough to actually talk to her. Hope she isn't too disappointed.
Can I take 5 minutes for me now? Cuz like, I'm done. Spent. Exhausted.
currently reading: Temple of the Winds - Terry Goodkind
currently listening: Sunday Night Jazz and Blues (Love that college radio)
