I'm downloading DJ Danger Mouse's "Grey Album" right now at Tiny's, so I'm blogging off-line. Sort of. And I'm drinking a SOY latte. I just felt like today was a soy type of day.
I went to work in an awful mood last night, thanks to the fam. I almost collapsed into tears a half dozen times. For no particular reason, I guess, except for all the myriad reasons. Shauna stopped by to see if I wanted to go to the Lesbian Disco Night at Holocene. Unlikely, I said. As always, Greg cheered me up a bit, and things got better once John and Steve arrived. But John got really sick and went home, so I covered his shift. It was alright because it was dishwashing and not serving. I really couldn't handle any more serving that night. I also took a valium, so I felt a lot better about life for an hour or two. I get really into the rhythm of washing. It's soothing and I don't think about anything. It may be physically demanding, my hands cramp up and my shoulder blades pinch, but it's a nice form of solitude. I knew anyway that if I went home I'd probably just mope, so exhausting myself was a nice way to cope.
Greg's opinion on the matter was that the specter of the ex-girlfriend must be tampered with, must be smashed forcibly and disintegrated. I'm more of the keep a respectful distance contingent. I can see that he has a point.
So, it's Monday night and I don't have to work. Maybe I'll go see a movie.