4:22 p.m. - 2003-09-12
how much can I do in 24 hours?
Another week bites the dust. Let me take this moment to say THANK FUCKING GOD for that. I have yet to achieve an adequate balance between newspaper duties and academic priorities, but hopefully it will fall into place.
However, I am semi-satisfied with the two articles I wrote this week. The first being an editorial on the ridiculous preachers that regularly blow through this town like useless, self-righteous tumbleweeds. The second is an ode to a punk dive that is set to close at the end of this month. Saaaad.
It's weird to get compliments from people on what I'm doing when I'm not really happy with that right now. I'm spending too much time at work - it's been about ten to twelve hours a night four nights a week. Which means I get about three to four hours of sleep on work nights.
And strangely, in spite of the week's end and the fact that I slept eight hours last night, I am a cranky sumbitch today.
At the tail end of work last night, I had a run-in with the crush. I drove him out to his car, and we were comparing notes on summer as disaster. For some early-morning-delirious reason, I thought I could drop the "Yeah, I kind of had a serious drug problem this summer" bomb.
Can I trust him? Good christ I hope so. Because as unlikely/ill-considered as us getting together is...aw fuck. I would like us to be friends. I would like to have a merely superficial appreciation of his sudden hotness. Unfortunately, I'm getting tangled up by my own feelings. I keep on hoping I'll get past them eventually, and figure out how to be semi-detached. If my life continues in the direction it is going, however, I should be dangerously aloof on all fronts in about two weeks.
This weekend, I am treating myself to some much needed down time, social time and sleep time. Here's hoping it doesn't turn into the two and a half day bachannal of last weekend. As much as I do enjoy walking that path, I need to cool down and prepare for all the shit to start all over again.
