Well, my feeling like shit subsided somewhat yesterday, before returning with fury and then morphing into a full-blown migraine. I stuck it out till 2 o'clock, when I could go home without getting fired and drank some regular Coke before getting in bed and sleeping for a couple of hours. When I woke up, the migraine had gone, thankfully, and Carmin was home. We made ourselves dinner and watched some television before having a cig and then each retiring for naps. I know that this is terribly unhealthy, eating and then going straight to bed, but sometimes it's the only thing to do. Also, I think that there is part of me that will never tire of the fact that as an adult, I can do such a thing. Slept very well, so well that I didn't get up when I meant to to get ready for Nick coming down and only woke up when I heard his car pulling up outside and had to scurry-scurry to get dressed for Ottobar. Ottobar was fairly hopping early on, show downstairs. Rob and Angel were there, but I didn't get to talk too much to them. Rob is sick and so is Allen, come to think of it, and loads of people have called out at my job and Carmin's, which sucks. Rob's band is playing a show at Hopkins on Friday for students only, but he is trying to get Nick let in as his PR guy, and maybe me, as well. Victor came out, so we bought him a couple drinks for his B-day and it was mostly Nick and I talking with him and Laurie. Listened to Arcade Fire's Funeral on the way home. When I get out of here today, I have to go home and get my stuff together for work tomorrow, since I will stay over Nick's tonight. Not sure if I will pack for Thursday evening and all, too or what. Will figure it out. I loved the fact that when he was leaving last night, both of us remarking that it is a shame that he has to go home pretty much as soon as we get back from someplace, in order to get up early now for work, he said, "But tomorrow, you're all mine, so you better be ready."
Project Runway should be heating up tonight.
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