itsallovernow | I'm too old for this...

Two hours of Krav Maga yesterday, as penance for not going last week, and now everything aches. And then a two hour bellydance workshop, and I came home hot and sticky, and cranky and lounged on the couch in the oven that is our apartment. Our landlord had the place painted last year, and the genuis painters never razored the windows, and so we can't open them. We tried to razor them ourselves, but the apartment is old and the wood swells and we need a professional. So we live with the heat.

I went to a party on Friday night, and stayed up until 6 a.m. talking to M. at the party. I went knowing I was going to have to deal with an ending, and I did, and it sucked, as such things do, but I didn't lose it, outside of smoking an entire pack of cigarettes, so at least my external dignity remained in tact. Then I went home and watched the end of IP at six in the morning. I'm too old for that kind of behavior. When I was 20, and never slept, there weren't any ramifications. Now my body bitched at me all weekend.

I did no writing, although I did think about how to structure several plot points, and

kernezelda looked at the GQvs.PK experiment and thought it had potential, so I'll finish that this week. And now I'm boring myself, so I'm going to actually do some work, at work, where I'm supposed to do such things.

Oh, I did amuse myself by purchasing a black t-shirt with a bat skeleton on it. It's holding a lollipop and a peppermint stick, and above the bat it says "Evil Needs Candy Too." This made me happier than anything else I did this weekend. The girl in the store said, "This will be great for Halloween," and I just nodded, and thought, yeah, Halloween. Snort. I wore it immediately:) This is why I will never again be able to have a real job.