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starting to feel human
Jan. 3rd, 2003 03:41 pmI woke up on January First and went right back to sleep while Steve watched football. I woke up to intermittently check email and LJ, but I had a combination of terrible hangover, little sleep, and cold coming on full-force. I slept through the Rose Bowl, Summer School and Zebrahead. Finally forced myself up through hazy paranoia and asked Steve if he wanted to go pick up his car (which was left in Pioneer Square due to excessive drunkenness and Fear of DWI). He did, at some point, but first the state of pantslessness had to be assuaged.
("Put some goddamn pants on, Steve.")
On the way out we futzed with the radio and came upon "Smells Like Teen Spirit." Ah Seattle, where it's always 1994. Although the next song was "Flagpole Sitta," which is a couple years later - but then "Closer" by NIN came on. After dropping Steve off, they played "She" by Green Day, and my brain was about to explode nostalgia when an actual new tune came on (Queens of the Stone Age - No One Knows). I was going to download it but we already had it on the house share, amazingly enough.
And then I watched Powerpuff Girls, talked to Tyson online, ate celery and carrots and dip, then went to bed. Slept for ages but then had to actually get up to pick up other housemate from the airport... I didn't know if I'd make it, but I did. I also didn't know if I'd be able to eat lunch, but I was. Some of it, anyway. Saved the rest for today. Slept some more... got up and showered, went to dinner with Steve and his buddy Dan (who flies up about every 6 weeks to work onsite). We then bought the aforementioned cold meds and then the Cult reprazented at Aristocrats. Very nice, although a little bit hardcore drum'n'bass for my tastes. I wonder how people can spin that, anyway?
Miraculously I managed to sleep through the cloud of pseudoephedrine - suppose the liquor helped a touch - until five in the morning. After which point I still managed to sleep but only about an hour at a time, so it didn't really feel like it. However! When I did finally arise, I looked at my eyerims in the mirror. PINK NOT RED, for the first time in ages. Sweet. But I think I'm about ready to take another nap.
("Put some goddamn pants on, Steve.")
On the way out we futzed with the radio and came upon "Smells Like Teen Spirit." Ah Seattle, where it's always 1994. Although the next song was "Flagpole Sitta," which is a couple years later - but then "Closer" by NIN came on. After dropping Steve off, they played "She" by Green Day, and my brain was about to explode nostalgia when an actual new tune came on (Queens of the Stone Age - No One Knows). I was going to download it but we already had it on the house share, amazingly enough.
And then I watched Powerpuff Girls, talked to Tyson online, ate celery and carrots and dip, then went to bed. Slept for ages but then had to actually get up to pick up other housemate from the airport... I didn't know if I'd make it, but I did. I also didn't know if I'd be able to eat lunch, but I was. Some of it, anyway. Saved the rest for today. Slept some more... got up and showered, went to dinner with Steve and his buddy Dan (who flies up about every 6 weeks to work onsite). We then bought the aforementioned cold meds and then the Cult reprazented at Aristocrats. Very nice, although a little bit hardcore drum'n'bass for my tastes. I wonder how people can spin that, anyway?
Miraculously I managed to sleep through the cloud of pseudoephedrine - suppose the liquor helped a touch - until five in the morning. After which point I still managed to sleep but only about an hour at a time, so it didn't really feel like it. However! When I did finally arise, I looked at my eyerims in the mirror. PINK NOT RED, for the first time in ages. Sweet. But I think I'm about ready to take another nap.
