I popped eight or nine oxycodone yesterday between 8 PM and 6 AM because of a cavity that I have let go on way too long. I did not sleep a single wink. I actually lay in bed from 2:20 until eight this morning, with my eyes closed, and I swear I did not even dip into sleep. Not completely unexpected, because I’ve been sleeping twelve hours the past four nights, culminating in a three in the afternoon wakeup on sunday (two incredible nights back in town this weekend). still, i’ve never in my entire life lay (lain?) in bed for the entire night without falling asleep. Bizarre experience, but I actually enjoyed it; its cheesy but I’m really excited about life right now. I had a great summer on the road but finally having a real place (last year i lived on the third floor of my landlords house) and lots of friends in town and possible being better at my job is all really exciting. Also I thought a lot about stuff to write about, then forgot it all. Writing is much easier when you are not in front of a keyboard.
i drunk texted a girl. Here was the message: “so i never actually said I liked you”
what the fuck?
here was her response: “well then you are saying it now?”
a fine question. I haven’t responded yet. she’s in texas. i’m going to texas for acl. she’s great. I think she wants to do me (she put me in top friends).
I chickened out about asking out this girl, who i talked to today about playing ultimate. I’ll do it eventually, assuming things go well at games.
