Sometimes

I think of ideas when I have been drinking that at the time, seem like the most genius concepts in the world. Upon sober reflection, I believe the correct response is "What the fuck?" I know this because I look at all the firefox tabs in the browser on my computer in the morning after I consume a bottle of wine. I can literally see my train of thought. Each tab is a different thought. Like ooooooo, I like that sweater on Banana Republic's website....bananas, huh...monkeys eat bananas...cognitive dissonance newspaper article on capuchin monkeys...monkeys are cute...I like animals...cats...party at Fat Black Pussycat this weekend...must stop by Express to see what kind of party tops are on sale. Huh? Last night for instance:

The scene: Arrive home from work at 6:30 PM. While deciding on what to eat cook for dinner, I open the last bottle of 2005 Frog's Leap Zin (purchased in Napa on the honeymoon).

7:15 PM: Cooked steak and couscous (I had no potatoes.)

7:45 PM: Sat down at computer to browse anything and everything.

10:00 PM: Rocking out to New Order, True Faith with the superduper recording studio headphones on. I call this rocking out because I dance around in the chair, waving my arms like an idiot. Good thing no one is here to see me. A smidge of wine is left in the bottle. No wonder I woke up with a hangover.

I'm Back!

I don't even know if anyone reads my blog anymore, but I have decided to try and make a comeback. Don't get too excited, this may not last. So lots has happened since the last time I posted. The biggest of all is that I got married. That deserves more posts than I can tell you to discuss that experience. But typing this at work makes me paranoid. More to come.

I Hate My Life

I really do. Pretty much every aspect of it. Sometimes you want to change everything, but that's impossible, so trying to change just one thing proves to be so hard that you just sit back and complain about everything at once. I used to think the weather made me this way (you know, that winter depression disorder), but now I just think I'm really crazy and messed up. I can never be happy.

Zzzzzz....

I've hit that point in the day where I feel like my body does not want to willingly go on. My eyelids get heavy with sleep, my brain loses all concentration, my stomach wants me to continue eating as much food as possible out of sheer boredom, when I can feel it start to happen. Wham! Head down on the desk. There is no possible way to keep myself from doing this. Between the approximate hours of 3:05 and 4:30, this always happens. To counteract, I must go find coffee (cuz tea don't do a damn thing) or soda. This is not helping me with my productivity level, considering I will waste more time searching for the perfect cup of coffee, rather than be doing what I need to be doing.

80% of ginger kids are unaware they are soulless

Good thing I'm not a ginger kid. Only a daywalker.

Ginger Kids

Who Needs Sleep?

No seriously, who really does? It's almost two and I have to be up in about five hours to drag my ass downtown to be all corporate eager and a go-getter. I'm going to be that person tomorrow at work who looks like the living dead with the Red Bull and the coffee being consumed at the same time (Red Bull being my drink of choice only when I absolutely need it). Important people will be around so I have to look all awake and shit. Maybe I should just try to stay awake all night and see how that goes for me. This way I can be so exhausted tomorrow night that I will be able to pass out immediately on my pillow. I've had this problem with sleeping lately, where I can't go to sleep before two or wake up before 8:30. Of course, then I end up at work totally disheveled and unshowered (which is the WORST). I have this boyfriend who likes to go to bed around two, keeping me awake until then, when my choice is to be asleep at 11. So of course, nights that I see him cause really cranky bitchy days. He of course, can sleep through just about anything if I stay awake late. I can make as much noise as is humanely possible and he just sleeps away, snoring. Like right now for instance. I really hate being awake. This is a bad way to start off a bad week.