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need a change of weekend habits
Dec. 16th, 2001 11:47 pmgetting out of bed around fourish each time is definitely counterproductive.
not having prepared much in the way of xmas presents, I need to take that round rsn.
the party with my colleagues friday night was a successful one, despite the joy being somewhat divided, given the circumstances. my editor-in-chief kept pouring me red wine, and giving me compliments (while stressing that he was a very black-and-white man), so I couldn't very well take my hat and leave rigjht away.
that led to my failure to show at Janilla's lutefisk party. which actually was just as well, because when I left for gotham nights around midnight I was seriously in no shape to ingest more alcohol anyway.
have little to zero recollection of my journey through the city center towards the goth cellar, save that I stopped pretty early to relieve myself of a little wine at a porch vis-a-vis Catwalk. heh. should probably have taken it inside, just to annoy the guards (if I had known Sivert was on duty that night, I even might have done it!).
my friends have told me I appeared to be very distracted upon my arrival. and then I seemed to try to talk to everybody but Callie. and then I apparently wanted to snuggle with only Callie. interesting. I didn't move from my little seat in the corner by the entrance, not even to test the dance floor just once. that's why you didn't see me, Lunacia. sorry. =)
at least I remembered that I had volunteered to rig down the sound equipment the following afternoon. just in time. think Trond and Janina were happy about that. pity I couldn't stay around afterwards, but Callie was hungry, so we went to Bella Italia and had some tenderloin. which is, by the way, a pretty gruesome thing to call something that's meant to to sink teeth into.
Korova and Maragor kept us company at the Paragraph later. turned into an all-nighter, except I left for the So What! anniversary. met BadCop and some of his gang. and lots of people in the biz - zine journalists and editors, record store people, etc. pity I felt too self-conscious about my fucking cheek pimple to converse with them. it has grown to be something of the biggest and most disgusting in recent history. yech.
returned to the ยง to find my friends in very good spirits. love those people.
so the planned shopping spree plan went down the drains today, as previously mentioned. hope that special gift I have in mind isn't sold out by tomorrow. mh.
had a fruitful meeting with the entire writing gang tonight. everybody present. we seem to be set now, only rehearsals left.
this woman is a stayer. in the lives of myself and Kjinge, anyway. if only in an indirect way... maybe the moving of her shows to Sundays wasn't such a bad idea after all.
speaking of ideas, StarCraft sounds like a good idea...
not having prepared much in the way of xmas presents, I need to take that round rsn.
the party with my colleagues friday night was a successful one, despite the joy being somewhat divided, given the circumstances. my editor-in-chief kept pouring me red wine, and giving me compliments (while stressing that he was a very black-and-white man), so I couldn't very well take my hat and leave rigjht away.
that led to my failure to show at Janilla's lutefisk party. which actually was just as well, because when I left for gotham nights around midnight I was seriously in no shape to ingest more alcohol anyway.
have little to zero recollection of my journey through the city center towards the goth cellar, save that I stopped pretty early to relieve myself of a little wine at a porch vis-a-vis Catwalk. heh. should probably have taken it inside, just to annoy the guards (if I had known Sivert was on duty that night, I even might have done it!).
my friends have told me I appeared to be very distracted upon my arrival. and then I seemed to try to talk to everybody but Callie. and then I apparently wanted to snuggle with only Callie. interesting. I didn't move from my little seat in the corner by the entrance, not even to test the dance floor just once. that's why you didn't see me, Lunacia. sorry. =)
at least I remembered that I had volunteered to rig down the sound equipment the following afternoon. just in time. think Trond and Janina were happy about that. pity I couldn't stay around afterwards, but Callie was hungry, so we went to Bella Italia and had some tenderloin. which is, by the way, a pretty gruesome thing to call something that's meant to to sink teeth into.
Korova and Maragor kept us company at the Paragraph later. turned into an all-nighter, except I left for the So What! anniversary. met BadCop and some of his gang. and lots of people in the biz - zine journalists and editors, record store people, etc. pity I felt too self-conscious about my fucking cheek pimple to converse with them. it has grown to be something of the biggest and most disgusting in recent history. yech.
returned to the ยง to find my friends in very good spirits. love those people.
so the planned shopping spree plan went down the drains today, as previously mentioned. hope that special gift I have in mind isn't sold out by tomorrow. mh.
had a fruitful meeting with the entire writing gang tonight. everybody present. we seem to be set now, only rehearsals left.
this woman is a stayer. in the lives of myself and Kjinge, anyway. if only in an indirect way... maybe the moving of her shows to Sundays wasn't such a bad idea after all.
speaking of ideas, StarCraft sounds like a good idea...
