I am a Vampire
I must be the only person alive who hasn't seen "Juno." Or "Lost." But in a fit of new music hunger, I looked up the soundtrack and listened to every single sample on Amazon and downloaded my favorites. Which I think were all of them. One in particular, is "I am a Vampire" and it's stuck in my head. Thanks a lot, Kimya Dawson. No really. Thanks. The music is rad.
Valentine's Day was strange, memorable one this year. I got to work at 6:30 AM because it was review day for a movie I was working on, and it was particularly rough because I'd been drinking the night before. I hate it when I do that. I spend an evening doing whatever I want because dammit, I'm entitled, have another drink, make jokes, laugh with everyone, have another drink, then two more, then it's time to go to sleep, and suddenly it's 5 AM and I'm still drunk and my face is poofy and just dragging my ass out of bed and into my work clothes is a monumental feat.
The morning came and went as usual. I flipped off my bitchy co-workers from the safety of my cubicle. I really hate those imbeciles sometimes. Then it was lunch time and got a little upset that Matt didn't invite me out to a Valentine's lunch, so I drove around, smoked a cigarette, picked up a sandwich at the little cafe downstairs and ate in my cube.
By 3:30, I should have already left. But I still had a lot of work to do, so I stayed until about 6:30, at which point I'd been at work about 12 hours. In an exhausted delirium, I finally gave up and went home. I was so tired I could hardly drive.
Matt was just getting home when I got there. I still wanted to save what was left of the day and have a nice Valentine's dinner, but at 7:15, I could feel the whole city buzzing with people like us trying to find a good place to eat with their Valentines. I became increasingly upset at the idea of having to fight the other couples on the street and wait an hour to get seated at a busy second/third/fourth-choice restaurant. And the idea of eating at Chili's or Applebee's just made me want to cry.
Then, Matt made a genius suggestion. "Let's take a nap."
We laid down in our dark room, held hands as we fell asleep and it was the most calm I'd felt all week.
We woke up five hours later, feeling 100% better, picked up some Burger King, and ate our Valentine's Day dinner in the comfort of our living room, while watching South Park.
It was the perfect end to a really bad day.
Valentine's Day was strange, memorable one this year. I got to work at 6:30 AM because it was review day for a movie I was working on, and it was particularly rough because I'd been drinking the night before. I hate it when I do that. I spend an evening doing whatever I want because dammit, I'm entitled, have another drink, make jokes, laugh with everyone, have another drink, then two more, then it's time to go to sleep, and suddenly it's 5 AM and I'm still drunk and my face is poofy and just dragging my ass out of bed and into my work clothes is a monumental feat.
The morning came and went as usual. I flipped off my bitchy co-workers from the safety of my cubicle. I really hate those imbeciles sometimes. Then it was lunch time and got a little upset that Matt didn't invite me out to a Valentine's lunch, so I drove around, smoked a cigarette, picked up a sandwich at the little cafe downstairs and ate in my cube.
By 3:30, I should have already left. But I still had a lot of work to do, so I stayed until about 6:30, at which point I'd been at work about 12 hours. In an exhausted delirium, I finally gave up and went home. I was so tired I could hardly drive.
Matt was just getting home when I got there. I still wanted to save what was left of the day and have a nice Valentine's dinner, but at 7:15, I could feel the whole city buzzing with people like us trying to find a good place to eat with their Valentines. I became increasingly upset at the idea of having to fight the other couples on the street and wait an hour to get seated at a busy second/third/fourth-choice restaurant. And the idea of eating at Chili's or Applebee's just made me want to cry.
Then, Matt made a genius suggestion. "Let's take a nap."
We laid down in our dark room, held hands as we fell asleep and it was the most calm I'd felt all week.
We woke up five hours later, feeling 100% better, picked up some Burger King, and ate our Valentine's Day dinner in the comfort of our living room, while watching South Park.
It was the perfect end to a really bad day.
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