It's nine o'clock on a Friiiiday... (that doesn't work quite as well as Billy Joel's "It's nine o'clock on a saturday...)
...and I'm locked in a vacancy. My body, that is...
I'm in the fishbowl. No really, they call it that. H-96-something, across from the elevators on the 9th floor of the Hall building of COncordia.
I slept through a chunk of class, then played mah-jong on Marc (yet another marc)'s palm V. I want a new tooooy...
Any kind of toy will do. Wanna be my new toy?
Right. The vacancy. When I was young and spry and in love with the world (you have to be in love to be able to hate it so much, right?) and I played sleep-dep with myself... I made it 9 days straight without any shut-eye, and I was seeing ghosts in the graveyard that my french-canadian bad-ass metalhead boyfriend used to drive me to so that we could make out.
Now? I've been getting my usual 4-5 hours a night this week, but with the brain-strain that the utter-hole-that-is-work is putting me through...
I'm locked in a vacancy.
I walked straight into an old friend not ten minutes ago. Standing in the hallway he decided to stop to wait for me to wander up, and I didn't even register the large physical obstruction marring the otehrwise smooth institutional linoleum floor.
Get me outta heeeeeere...
I don't even have the juice to enjoy my bonus time. I have this scrawny, nagging urge to start the last assignment for class. I can feel it chewing away at the far right/back of what's left of the ashen goo in my head.
I just want to curl up in someone's warm arms and sleep for ages... but cf188 and Nick and Yannick await.
Then I get to finish today.
And guess wot? Aside from Lady's birthday celebrations demain soir, for the first time this year...
I have no plans. I'm going to sleep, maybe clean a bit, scour Chartreuse's (the meanest iguana you'll ever see) vivarium, and play some EQ. Or maybe I won't. Maybe I'll curl up in the hammock with a book. Maybe I'll call some friends that I haven't seen in 8 million years.
Who can say? *GRIN*
Suddenly I feel so free. BRING IT ON, boys. I've got time this weekend.