sing it

i'm so tired, i'm feeling so upset

although i'm so tired i'll have another cigarette

my saturday in two lines.

seriously, people, it's as if my body knows when the work week ends and instead of allowing me some down time to go out and do things i (gasp) actually want to do...

instead my body revolts and decides to release the entire bloody week's worth of exhaustion on me.

i got up this morning with so many things in mind.

i scrawled a long list of to-do's and nodded approvingly at my own doggedness.

alas, dear reader, they were empty promises...like love letters in high school that pour over ideas of marriage in saccharine vernacular. (oh, had those love letters been true, i'd be so screwed right now.)

aaaanyway, instead of having a chance at some leisurely activities, i spent the part of my day, prior to complete bodily fail, getting things done...

• waking up
• eating
• haircut (too short! curse you, hairstylist!!!)
• (oh! this part i liked!) trying on clothes - not buying any (that part, not so much)
• purchasing a book i've wanted forever (victoire épique! - it was a french interiors book afterall)
• errands/chores for other people

by the time i got back home to do what i really wanted to do...my head was pounding...it felt like a thousand clydesdale horses were performing a rendition of stomp on my face.

ya know how it is...you speak, or laugh...god help you if you sneeze...and it feels like your cranium might just go poof.

so, upon my return, after a strained conversation with my paramour (no, it wasn't his conversation that was difficult so much as it was the feeling of excruciating pain radiating in my eye sockets, temples & ears), i threw on my loungey lumpitude pants and clambered into bed.

3 hours passed and now i'm awake again...not feeling all that better, but at least i can open my eyes without feeling like oedipus (ya know, right after he blinded himself with great violence and fury...i'm not saying i'm blind).

i suspect it was my friday night that did me in...

mainly because i did more than i usually do...as in, went out and did more than one activity with more than one person.

aaaanyway, last night was an exercise in you-no-sleep-too-early... i'm trying to train my body for my upcoming sojourn to la.

fine idea.

so, what does one do on a friday night when they're trying not to just go home, grumbly and curmudgeon-esque, and crawl under the covers for a long evening of unconsciousness?

one goes to eat sausage and hang out with lots of testosterone! (that sounded soooo wrong!)

that's what one does!

that's right, folks. it was another evening with the testosterone trio.

...and this time, it involved sausages and other hearty fare of the austrian variety.

this was all provided by the lovely cafe katja on orchard st.

we all made our way over around 7 (that seems to be the magic hour for outings) and scored the seats at the corner of the bar.

many beers (not for me, silly...you know i don't drink) and an array of sausages, meatballs, cabbage, dumplings and pork loin wrapped in bacon (things are so much better when bacon is involved...i suspect even cinder blocks wrapped in bacon would be delectable...despite possibly making your gums bleed...oh, and killing you), we settled in for some quality conversation.

said conversation, sadly morphed from quiet and thoughtful to yelling over a large number of cafe patrons.

we made our exit and languidly walked along the city streets long enough to procure a pack of cigarettes for liam and i to split. (oh, there goes my weepy wallet again...weeping the weeps of a million weepers.)

then we got in the car and drove to go see a movie.

let me just take a brief moment here to mention that we had another epic sing-along featuring bowie/mercury, the talking heads, tears for fears and new order..

ok...back to the story...

what movie?

why, we went to go see zombieland, dearest reader!

yes, what better way than to celebrate a friday night with some zombies...

admittedly, i had other movies i wanted to go see...it wasn't my first choice.

call me a film snob, there were some choice films playing throughout manhattan, but it ended up being a pretty solid film...with an earth shattering cameo!!!

some watered down coke, a few peanut butter m&m's and a few good laughs later, we were homeward bound in liam's car, seriously discussing how we would survive a zombie attack.

the main points that were made:

• dan: "i don't know about the whole cardio thing. i mean, if i have to run i'm screwed because my lungs are pretty weak."
• nick: "as long as i don't have to be on nightwatch because i'll just fall asleep."
• liam: "i think i'd be ok. i mean, once the zombies piss me off enough, i'll probably be able to kill them pretty easily."
• friday: "see, i'd do nightwatch, but the problem is that i'd probably be severely lacking in vitamin D...and that might cause some depression or other problems."

this conversation went on for a while.

...but, yes, it was well after midnight...and you know what that means?

no, i don't turn into a pumpkin.

i turn into a sleepy, lumpy, grumbly mess...something closer to an apricot that's been left in the corner of the fruit drawer for too long and is now feeling dejected, mushy and close to rotten.

once the conversation had peaked, i was in and out of sleep in the front seat with only an occasional cigarette to keep me awake.

of course, i got home around 2 and decided to blog and sketch!...

because that's what smart people do...smart people are tenacious and don't think about things that are good for you (sleep), but rather what they can do to be productive (not sleep).

so, i ended up not getting much rest and i'm paying for it in spades.

(why do they say that? i mean, i've never paid for anything in spades...what's the exchange rate for spades to dollars anyway?...i'm gonna have to look that up.)

alright, folks.

i need to rest, lest the clydesdales continue through stomp and decide to procure some random trash cans and pull a blue man group on my visage as well (what's with all the rhythmic manhattan off-broadway references, friday?!)

i promise i'll be more humorous next time...and i owe you a sketch.

forgive me...but humor runs dry when you've got steeds goin' fosse on your face.