September 22, 2010

Workin', schoolin', partyin'.
That's me.

As evidenced by this Rough O'clock picture below:
Myself, @Defessus, and @DJBerbs at The Academy on Saturday night.

In which I went out for dinner and had a steak I couldn't really afford but was the best thing ever, a daquiri that was too icy to drink through the straw like a lady so I slurped it, harassed Jabez into coming out, consumed a shit-ton of home-made (super strong) wine, and went to a lounge and didn't pay for a single drink all night because my usual drink-getter was out camping with the boys.
Jag, Jag, Jag, gag. Shots will be the death of me.
No wonder I was exhausted on Sunday and spent it cuddling with my couch.

Boss today asked me if I'd like more hours at the office and I had to turn her down; I'm puttin' in 30+ hrs a week of work, plus classes, plus studying... I fail at being sociable, having money, and blogging enough as it is already, I don't know where I'd fit in more time to not be able to do any of those things?

I could use the dolla-dolla billz, though...

Ty has me listening nonstop to Beck (more so than usual) and I'm stuck on this song off Midnight Vultures:

I want a shirt with tassels like that.

My longest (12+hr) day of the week is almost complete! Tomorrow is a cakewalk, Friday is downtime, Saturday is Nuit Blanche. Are you going?