Sunday morning couldn't get away from it.

Bad call on deciding to work for Willa Cather today instead of taking the day off to do homework and clean up the apartment. I even tried to get up early today to get as much as I could done, but I couldn't get myself up in time to do anything. I had to go to work and try to not relive the worst day of work imaginable  in the history of all working days that was Saturday. Holy FUCK Saturday sucked. But now it's over, moving on. Work today was fine, pretty tough on the ankles. It's like I'm pregnant or five hundred pounds overweight after four nights of work. Not pregnant by the way Mom.

At work I've been reading The Rum Diaries by Hunter S. Thompson. I've read some of his other books and articles, but this one is new to me. It was also the only Hunter S. Thompson novel at work. Sad. The Rum Diaries is beat journalism meets gonzo journalism with rum, sex, and sun tans. Set in Costa Rica, I only have fifty pages to go I'll let you know how it is once I finish it on Thursday.

After work I drove straight to Andi's to get food because I was starved. I don't really give a crap about football, but I did get one of the Parsons Twins to make pigs in a blanket so it was still a win for me. I left early. Too many smelly guys does not juxtapose nicely with Sidney's nose. I had my hour of football fun and then I had to leave to do homework and laundry and avoid doing homework and laundry by writing blog posts and watching Weeds. Tonight's the last night of no sleep. Hebrew Boy said he's working better by getting better sleep; I need to get my act together and get to bed at reasonable hours because service starts this week. 

Hahaha I'm so funny.

So this one time at band camp... haha no really this joke never gets old to me. So this one time I had a guy over and I had a weak moment and begged him to stay the night. He successfully got away but before he left he asked me why I wanted him to stay. I actually had to pause and think. He's not like some of the other guys that I see and so I couldn't pitch him the usual lines and instead blurted out that I liked having him around. It's true I do, but I didn't want to say it like that. I was supposed to say something smart or even make an actual sentence. Instead my super sleepy head took over and my mouth made mush. I wanted him to stay because when he does he makes everything warm and comfortable and even when he's half pushed me off the bed or is actually able to stay asleep during the night I still like the presence he brings to the bed. I just wish he were someone who liked to read together or write simultaneously or just listen to music together while I rub his head. Man I wished he liked the same music as me. He does like some of the same stuff which is cool, but most people don't like the music that I like so I'm always a little nervous playing stuff around him. I just wish that I had more time to actually see him outside of work, that way I wouldn't always be smelling like coffee or wearing black and we wouldn't be half asleep. But I'll take it the way it is for now because I'd rather forego the fantastic sex if it means being super awesome friends for a longer time just like that really really crappy movie with Michelle Monaghan and Patrick Dempsey. Shit I suck at conveying personal feelings outside of my head.