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Dan Abnormal (soupass) wrote,
@ 2003-08-14 23:22:00
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    Current mood: restless
    Current music:tears for fears: "mad world"

    where did the time go?

    so much for productivity.

    not long ago, i packed up my crap, left john and zofie's and returned home. i had actually intended on spending tonight, the last night of their vacation, at their townhouse, but my parents are having car trouble (again), so i was presented with two options: 1) stay at their townhouse, get up around 4 a.m., drive home, take my dad to work, return home, attempt to get another hour of sleep, get up, get ready and go to work; or 2) come home tonight and avoid the whole getting-up-at-4-a.m.-thing and get a somewhat decent night's sleep. i opted, of course, for 2). i'm rather excited to get a somewhat decent night's sleep. i can't say i've been doing very well with sleep this week. i think it's staying in someone else's house. even when they're great friends, there's this weird feeling of discomfort or displacement or whatever about being in their house when they're not.

    plus, the cats are rambunctious as hell when the lights go out. not used to that. the way they were racing about in the dark made me increasingly concerned they were boobytrapping the house, so i began waking up every 15 minutes or so to make sure there were no nails scattered across the floor or swinging paint cans tethered to the bannister. and that scenario is completely believable, too. cats are funny like that. you look at them and just know there is some sinister, mischevous shit going down in their heads. freaks me out.

    packing up and leaving was actually kind of sad and strange. as i stumbled out onto the front porch with several overnight bags slung over my shoulder, i began to feel like i was in a real world finale, except saying how much i learned about myself and what a changed man i am as a result of the experience would be somewhat ludicrous, seeing as how i pretty much spent the entire week hanging out with four cats.

    right now, i'm thinking, what a waste. i got nothing done during the week. didn't even start the great american trash novel. i'm crossing my fingers that i can get at least a few pages of garbage written next week.



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