Kitty Power

As Tired As A Girl Can Be

*yawn* I had less than 2 1/2 hours of sleep last night. And I'm planning in being in bed before 1010:30pm tonight. Welcome to my weekdays! They sure are wack. The 9-5 kills me. I've always been a bit of a night owl -- my mother loves telling the story of how I would open my eyes at dusk and make her talk to and entertain me until the sun would rise when I was baby. My natural body clock isn't made to be getting up at 6:45am and thereabouts like I have to do this week and the next. Not that I'm really complaining besides the time thing. A paycheck is a paycheck and this one will have me sitting pretty for a while.

The present sleep deprivation thing is because Farmer and I left Queens to wander about around midnight and though I was home by 4, that was after a Bacardi O and assorted Amaretto Sours. Despite the nap I had before I left home, I couldn't even unwind enough to go to sleep until almost 4:30. So, I've been dragging all day rightfully. Add onto that I've had a hard time making the transition from a blowout of a weekend to the early rising thing. After tonight, I should be okay enough to...fuck it up all again tomorrow night, coast through Friday and recover (or not) over the long weekend. Yay for a holiday!

I'm sending nice thoughts to those who've been so complimentary on the new site. It's not really done yet though. There's still some archives that need to be converted and some links are wonky. Plus I've got to fix my links thing. Those bullet points are driving me apeshit. This ain't no PowerPoint presentation! I'm also backlogged on stories. Soon to come: the end of the yearbook saga forever, thoughts on school friend reunions/parties, thoughts behind my bad boy fixation, rants, and adventures from the street.

But, to tide you over: some random exchanges. All lines credited to Moi must be read imagining a Candicesque eyebrow raise and barely concealed snicker.

Man At The Front Desk: Alright, girl, you stay beautiful.
Moi: I'll be sure to try, but I dunno if I can manage that.

The Ever-Quotable Him: Darling, always a pleasure.
Moi: (with a pause for a beat) Right.

Random Teen (A Peedi Crackesque Youth of South Jamaica If You Will) Waiting With Me On The Street For The Bus At 3:30am: Yo, girl, you need something? You need anything, just let me know. Something to eat? Something to drink?
Moi: Umm...nah. I'm good.

Amusing me today was that I was sounding like a Friendster pimp over on Effinchamp -- in the comments, at least. As in the "me, I'm a pimp/I'm not paying for no sex/Man, I'd rather buy a car/Or a new Rolex" variety, but for the record, I'd rather buy some boots. But, I can't help myself. Tell 'em how we met Hani! I am actually a former Personal of the Something over there on Spring Street -- published in Time Out NY, no less -- and I've got the credits to prove it! Though Nerve is so passe. Actually online dating is pretty much over for me. I can meet guys with issues through just about any channel and that's what I'm really over.

Hmm...I'm delirious. Time for bed.

Posted by Candicissima at October 8, 2003 10:29 PM