so, my past week/weekend has been nothing to scream about but some cool things did happen...
last week, worked in LI, saw movies 300, Black Snake Moan, laying around in underwear, wrapped in comforters, online scrabble decadence.
Friday, trudged home through sleet in a little under 3 hours, hung around, went to eric's to see 300 again but ended up sledding with errbody, had a blast, got real tired, fell asleep comfortably in eric's bed before anyone had left.
Saturday, woke up early, helped the rents, came home, showered, napped, napped, napped, kathy got home and we dilly dallyed a bit, got some great food at her great aunt's house and set off to the burlesque show at Asbury Lanes. Had a good time, met up with Douglass and danced a little, took pictures with some classy dancers... came home pooped and slept on the couch/living room floor.
Sunday, pancake breakfast with kathy and her fam, stopped by to see her dad and fam, came home to see my fam, ate dinner with best girlfriend, new boyfriends, fiancees, sister, newly pregnant sister (i'm going to be an uncle) and the mommas and poppas. Ate lightly, met with friends in rahway, played 360 and watched futurama.
Monday, woke and drove back to long island, sat in traffic, ran my gas tank entirely dry, not exactly sure what fuel source i was relying on, maybe desperation. put $5 in the tank, wrangled up some change, mailed my day's film, came home to some nutella on toast and conked the fuck out. i have been asleep from 4:30 pm through 10:00 pm and from 10:15 pm to 1:30 am that's about 8 hours, but the problem lies with the fact that it's now 2:30am and I don't want to lay in bed anymore. fuck it. I'm going back to sleep. my alarm clock is in my car. I'll be lucky to get up on time. I'm a mess right about now.
See you in the streets when I get out of work...