I'm going on about two and a half hours of sleep right now. That should provide some framework and perspective to my current state. Had to come into work at 7 today for another one of those ambiguous "Performance Improvement" meetings, almost over-slept, woke up in a panic, ran out of the house, managed to stop at Starbucks and have a cig on the way, punching in at 6:59. The only good thing is that I will be leaving at 3:30 (and promptly going home and getting in bed). Seriously thought I was going to drift off in this meeting. Wore make-up to Ottobar last night, the remnants of which remain around my eyes, threw my clothes on, hair not combed (not that I comb my hair really other than after washing it), battle scars covered as best as possible (there's one quite in the center of my throat, so not really able to be hidden by track jacket collars), haven't even assessed the marks which I imagine may be on my arms. All my other bruises from last week had faded and healed, therefore there was a mission to be met last night haha. Two For Tuesday was a lot of fun. Poor Nick has hurt himself rather badly at work. We suspect it was all the maniacal lifting he did at the park on Sunday, then exacerbated Monday and Tuesday at work. His whole left side basically, the right, as well, but not nearly as bad. He cannot raise his left arm, has pain on his whole left side. He needs to let them know at work and let himself heal. The music last night proved to be very good, we danced and it recalled the halycon days of Underground. It was awesome. The only rubbish bit of the night was when we were leaving, some perceived drama Nick suspected that I made the mistake of trying to clarify with Cintya, him getting rather put off, Cintya speaking up for me, then everybody basically saying that there was no problem or hard feelings. I don't want to have the slightest bit of drama between us, I was glad that it resolved, nothing is of more importance to me than avoiding such things. When we drove home, having stopped at Subway, and got to the house, Nick was going to go straight home, but I simply said I didn't want him to leave (as is generally the case). Quite a while later (hence my ending up getting two and a half hours of sleep), after picking up the scattered articles in the livingroom and upstairs, Nick left and I went to bed, saying I'll probably come into work today with the same glow I had to me yesterday and that he'll probably see me Thursday. I hope he feels better, I'll have to call or text him later.

I intend to go straight home at 3:30 and go to sleep. Once Carmin gets off, I'll see if she wants to get anything from the apartment, otherwise, just hang out. I want to not eat at all today, not in conference, maybe not even dinner, if I could, just sleep, and if I don't drink anything, I really shouldn't have to. A day of fasting could do wonders, much needed improvements.