i still like work, although it's wearing me out. last night i went to a UT english dept. party at a professor's (okay, a professors' house.) why are all the adorable, financially successful and more-monogamous gay men already TAKEN? *sigh* anyway, it helped me come to the conclusion that i am very possibly not neurotic enough to get a graduate degree in english. that's fine. if i were ever to spend the money, it really should be of more lasting benefit to humanity than that. the conversations way above my head were awesome, but were negated by the neurotic drunk irish-catholic (someone besides roddy doyle ought to inflate this stereotype to woody allen levels), and the base and distracting sidebars about law and order and battlestar galactica. HONESTLY, people. sheesh.
i had an awesome "urban" dream last night that involved me running a bar and a miniature didonato family (as in MLP size) and armored school buses and police helicopters that had blade diameters longer than the buses. it also had LOTS and lots of bad-ass gangs and vestiges of sxsw horridness. can you get ptsd from sxsw?
i need to get coffee before my favorite person in the world picks me up. you should listen to 'jolene' right now.
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