Lessons in Forever

I'm telling you, there's nothing like a couple of days off from work...

on a FUCKIN Med Cert!

It wasn't as restng as I thought it would be. A gazillion things were battling in my mind for the right of place.
Should I take this God-given opportunity to clean my room?
Never mind that I'm suffering from a cold and all that dust would probably kill me...
Should I take the opportunity to check and respond to my email?
Never mind that I'm a little delirious from all the meds the doctor insisted on pumping me so full of...
There was so much time to kil I didn't know how to go about killing it. Then my medication kicks in and soon I don't have to worry about what am I going to do with all my time anymore. I sail into a healing sleep, punctuated by visits to the toilet and heatwaves. The weather has been scorching these past few days... I wonder how could I ever have survived without air conditioning. Ah yes, the miracle that makes cool air in a hot and humid room on a scorcher of a day.

The only things I managed to during these two wonderful days bought by med certs. was to get my daily dose of AXN anime. I never realised how much I missed it till I had to give it up again and come back to work today. Makes sense? It does to me... What can I say? My inner child refuses to grow up and her tantrums make themselves known every so often, even more often when her adult host is weak and sickly with the bleedin bugger of a flu virus.

Well, at least I caught up on some sleep...

That counts for something doesn't it?

Tell me that I haven't wasted my two days...?

Went for that Heineken nusic room thing at Milieu last friday.
It was GREAT!!!

At first I thought the jazz-house thing was gonna be a little weird but it was actually very good.

Damien was VERY generous. Generous to the point that I feel very guilty that he paid for all our drinks, but I got so fucking high that night that I couldn't really believe that I still retained some shred of sanity the entire time I was there..

There we were getting drunk on.. let's see... three glasses of vodka lime, one tequila shot, one tequila pop and all in all about one bottle of heineken. I still can't believe I got that high.. The music was great so we went to work out the high on the dance floor, which only seemed to increase the effects of the alcohol get us even higher instead. It always worked when I got high in Zouk.. Maybe dancing it off only works to a certain extent, maybe I was past that point that night..

Why is it that only ugly men preposition me? Thinking back on it, I did retain some sense of consioucness that night since I was still able to register that the guys I danced with that night were quite disgusting actually.. The first one wasn't that bad.. his name card says that he's a director or something the second one however took the cake in disgustingness. That fucker tried to french me. I was high but NOT DRUNK! Thank God Damien came along and rescued me.. That fucker even followed us back to our table! FREAKY! I pretended to be dead drunk and asleep when he sat down beside me and started whispering in my ear. EEEEeeew! Thank God AGAIN that Damien was there to tell him to go away..

I'm afraid that I've embarrassed myself beyond redemption..

I try not to think about it but when I do, I have to resist the urge to hurl..