Friday, May 16, 2003

Wow. In just one day I survived a massive, raging hangover. And a monsoon.

I swear, a monsoon really did hit Atlanta. That's the only way I can explain the gigantic pools of standing water that sloshed out of the sky late last night. And fucked up my car. Yes, now my car makes this weird sound when it gets put in reverse. Oh, what fucking joy! Like I have any money to get my car fixed. Thank you, stupid fucking rain.

On a better note, good class today. And after my three tomorrow I get to party like a mad woman. Yes, birthay part 3 will be landing tomorrow night.

Yeah, birthday!

I'm a bit too full from veggies at the moment. Had collards and corn and mac & cheese from Market One. I feel like I could sleep again right now, but Katy and I are supposed to hang later, so I need to stay awake.

Thursday, May 15, 2003

And today my brain feels like:

a) an ashtray
b) the shriveled up worm in the bottom of the tequila bottle
c) a tangled mess of nerve endings and alcohol
d) all of the above

Aside from the fact that I didn't actually have a cigarette last night (I don't think), my body really doesn't like me very much. I drunk way, way, waaaaay too much on my birthday last night and ended up puking and passing out. Jason and Chris cared for me like sweethearts....though I still managed to fall all over myself. I felt so bad when I woke up this morning I thought I was going to die. But then I realized I was with Chris and it really wouldn't be very polite to die in his bed.

Manners while hungover? How silly of me.

At the moment, I'm not quite sure if anything in my body is functioning properly. I managed to survive class. Somehow. And I'm going to go see my friend Mary in just a bit.

Other than that, there will be a small break in birthday activities until Saturday. Just enough time to let my body and brain re-wire themselves. Right now, I'm heading off to Target. My sis gave me a $50 gift card and I think shopping will help improve my jangled nerves quite a bit.

Despite the body torture, I do so love birthdays.

Monday, May 12, 2003


I think I'm feverish. And my toe's about to fall off. I swear it is.

I'm going to take my horse-tranquilizer pain pills that are normally reserved for nasty-bad cramps. And I'm going to crawl under my comfy blanket and sleep. I've reverted to infancy, really. At the moment, I'm refusing to make my bed because it's cozier to sleep on _top_ of the soft comfortor with a just a regular fuzzy blanket for sheets.

Now, if only my toe would stop hurting.

And tonight on the Discovery Channel: foxes who chew off their toes when little kids squash them. Graaarl indeed.

Must take delirium to bed. Going to my favoritest place tomorrow before work: the library! All to find kid's books that an online friend recommended. And French grammer books to tutor a certain petit chou.
Oh, crumbunnies and garglesnaps! I just remembered:

My bastard ex still has my copy of the collected Weetzie Bat books. That rotten ass-whore.

Richard does _not_ deserve Witch Baby. Or even Cherokee Bat. They're mine, damnit. And I'm never going to get it back...

I'm going to have by a new copy.

That fucking, fuckety prick. My, I'm glad I just have indignant rage towards him tonight.
My toe hurts.

One of my ardorable first-graders, Sophie, was giving me a hug after class and decided it was a good idea to jump on my sandaled toe in sneakers. My toe then started bleeding and is now purple. I'm going to lose part of the nail, definitely.

I told my boss and she laughed. I have my first real injury so now I'm supposedly broken in! Hah.

As if teaching with massive hangovers isn't enough of a break-in....

The last week of teaching is nice. It's a weight off when you finish each class. Once I wrap up tomorrow's classes, it'll be smooth sailing until Saturday. Not that it's ever _easy_ to finish a class, it's just that my Wed-Fri schedule is so relaxed with one class a day. Much less energy required than with a double or triple.

Oh, and guess what? 25 hours and counting until my birthday! Whoopty-woo!

Beer. Making me sleepy now. And toe....throbbing.

Sunday, May 11, 2003

Not dark yet, but getting there again...

Actually, no, that's not quite right. I'm just in a foul, muzzy mood. A bit too much alcohol. A bit too many emotions running high. A house with no air save for a fan. And a nasty cramp in one leg. I got up and started cursing because it knotted up so badly.

And, now, I'm sitting around completely stark naked. Still hot. I need to drink water.

I've decided that, at moments, I hate quite a few of my so-called friends. Everyone's so self-centered and "intense." When, really, we're all just like the poor little bird that got left out of his cage too long...and flew away. Or crawled into a rafter and died.

I wonder which of us will start stinking the place up first?

I, for one, refuse to stagnate. Time to find fresh ground.