It's 430am sunday morning.
My day started pretty late at noon, which isn't that late considering I only slept for 7 hours the night before. I double booked Friday night, and I double booked Saturday too. Stupid me.
Missed Mumble's party last night for another occasion that I shan't mention in case itbe used against me. Missed a dinner tonight in favour of a birthday party at Morton's, where I really regret what I ordered because I could only fit half of it into my entree fillled digestive system. Too much wine and too much song and I'm falling asleep at the table. Good thing I sobered up for round 2, and then wrapped it up with round 3 at Mumble's where I vegetated infront of the 60 inch screen playing Godfather part uno.
Hitched a ride home and here I am, typing this when I should be rested because I would be expected at the church pews in approximately....5 hours. Exhaustion does leave me wanting more, a strange feeling. I suppose it is the conflict in my heart and mind that keeps me awake at unearthly hours. What else could compel me to stay awake, when sweet slumber is accompanied with a jubilant spirit?
Sunday, July 5, 2009
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