I got up to the club a little before 11:30, and left around 2:15. I took two smoke breaks, but otherwise, didn't leave the dance floor.

Aaaamazing. Like I said last night, I was exhausted, but as soon as I hit that floor, I had energy to burn.

The music wasn't quite as good as the last time I went; more slow songs, for one thing (which is when I chose to take my breaks.) Still plenty of Def Leppard and Madonna, though


I got home shortly before three. My parents were waking up at five to get ready to leave (they're going down to the Keys this week. I'm so jealous), so I figured, screw it, I'll just stay up.

My former lab partner texted me at 3:30. He claims it was an accident, but... I'm not sure. Anyway, talked to him for at least an hour, and we're going out for drinks on Tuesday. I'm not entirely sure how I feel about this. We have a lot of fun together, but romance? Meh. Not to mention that we live an hour away...

I got home about three this morning... was texting with a friend until 4 am. At that point, I realized going to sleep would be silly, since I had to get up at seven for a meeting at work.


So, I watched Wet Hot American Summer (awesome movie), read for a little bit, and finally started getting ready for the meeting.

I drank about four cups of coffee, so when I got home, I was way too caffed up to think about sleep. I ended up doing some laundry, cleaning my room, and re-alphabetizing my CD collection. As I headed back to work at five, I regretted not taking a nap...

It's now 10:30, and I've been awake since two o'clock yesterday. I'm very tired, but I know once I get out on the floor, I'll get my second (second? more like fifth) wind.

I know, I know. I should sleep. I'll be staying in all of this week, though (dogsitting), so I want to have one last night out before my quiet week of hanging around the house.
...

A very good friend's mother just died. Suddenly, all of my problems are extremely petty and insignificant.

I want so much to jump on a plane and just...be there for him. But I have no money...and I feel like I'm failing him somehow.


Shit. I liked this woman. She told me I was pretty. She fed me dinner. She was an amazingly open and friendly person. I barely knew her, and I'm feeling the loss. I can only imagine what he, and the rest of his family, are feeling.




I just wish I could do something.

The thunder is just starting, and my windows are open. I want to go outside and lay in the middle of the yard, as the rain begins and the lightning flashes.


There's just something about storms... my blood seems to rush a little faster, my adrenaline starts going, and suddenly being inside isn't enough.

Storms... they're pure power, pure energy. I'm not sure if it's a sexual thing or a LIFE thing... but I always feel more alive when there's one coming through.

God. I'm a moron. There were times I suspected, sure... but I didn't really want to believe it, so I overlooked a lot of things.


What a waste. Of time, effort, emotions...






At least I'm getting my shit back tomorrow.