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tiamatladyI feel like myself for the first time since Friday Morning.
I see NOW that I had a lot of things going against me yesterday, stemming from Friday.
getting up early, the excitement of getting the ticket, rushing home, rushing into town, dealing with stupid drunken louts, dancing to BNL, the overwhelming excitement of seeing Duran Duran, and having Simon 20 feet away, dancing for a solid hour, getting OUT of the Fleet, walking to Downtown Crossing, waiting for the train, the gang bangers on the train, getting to the bus, and the LONG ride home.
Yesterday I felt beaten and weary. My voice strained to be heard, and nothing happened in a timely manner. Today, I feel a bit more motivated. I think I want to try to get some more of the obvious stuff out of the way in my room, one quick trip to my new storage unit, which looks a damn sight smaller than the original. *shrug* I dunno, Marc says it's the same. And the dimensions of the building make it so as well. I'm just nuts.
I have things I want to do, but I also want to sit and watch movies and do nothing. Plus, El wants me to go see REM with her tonight, and I just am NOT in the mood for a concert where I'll know nothing, kinda like gtting to DD Friday night, and sitting through bands I know nothing about, except this time will be all night, as I sit there and want to be home.
Bleh. First things first. I need to finally get moving, I'm starting to feel restless and hungry. I'll put the contacts in, throw out some stinky pizza boxes, and move my car to the front. Then we'll see how it goes.
I need a bigger paper shredder. *grins*
I see NOW that I had a lot of things going against me yesterday, stemming from Friday.
getting up early, the excitement of getting the ticket, rushing home, rushing into town, dealing with stupid drunken louts, dancing to BNL, the overwhelming excitement of seeing Duran Duran, and having Simon 20 feet away, dancing for a solid hour, getting OUT of the Fleet, walking to Downtown Crossing, waiting for the train, the gang bangers on the train, getting to the bus, and the LONG ride home.
Yesterday I felt beaten and weary. My voice strained to be heard, and nothing happened in a timely manner. Today, I feel a bit more motivated. I think I want to try to get some more of the obvious stuff out of the way in my room, one quick trip to my new storage unit, which looks a damn sight smaller than the original. *shrug* I dunno, Marc says it's the same. And the dimensions of the building make it so as well. I'm just nuts.
I have things I want to do, but I also want to sit and watch movies and do nothing. Plus, El wants me to go see REM with her tonight, and I just am NOT in the mood for a concert where I'll know nothing, kinda like gtting to DD Friday night, and sitting through bands I know nothing about, except this time will be all night, as I sit there and want to be home.
Bleh. First things first. I need to finally get moving, I'm starting to feel restless and hungry. I'll put the contacts in, throw out some stinky pizza boxes, and move my car to the front. Then we'll see how it goes.
I need a bigger paper shredder. *grins*
