Thursday, May 17, 2007
I fucked up at sleeping. |4:24 AM| Oh you dumb bastard.
"Can't sleep, must be that caffeine in that damn root beer"
I went to open screen night hoping to make a quick $100 with chicken ass, one of the first movies my crew and I made. Yes, it also "stars" me. This breaks the rule I'd hoped to follow of "Never appear in own movies". My performance is mostly making faces and yelling.
In any case, I had root beer, which was clearly caffeinated as I cannot get to sleep.
An additional detail is that I'm supposed to go to bed by 10pm on Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Mondays. Otherwise a nice lady gets very upset at me, which is a drag.
I got a call at 2am from said lady(I didn't even realize it was that late) and I was totally fucking busted. I was berated, which I totally deserved.
I'm still hurting from some dental work, and I have a bottle of vicodin for the pain. I pulled a couple of these out and put them into my portable pharmacy, the orange bottle I take everywhere, with its galaxy of pills.
This bottle also contains that nasty little habit of mine, NoDoz. I had been avoiding caffeine again in an attempt to quit it. I did not intend to have caffeinated root beer, or to even drink soda of any kind, but pizza tastes so much better with it.
The vicodin looks remarkably like NoDoz, or vice versa.
CAN YOU GUESS WHERE THIS IS GOING
I decide "My mouth hurts, and I should be sleeping right now."
I pull a small white pill out of the bottle, pop it, and expect drowsiness to overtake me.
It does not. And the pain in my jaw does not fade. In fact, I get more and more awake.
FUCK
I count the number of no Doz in the bottle, and whatta ya know. One less than I put in. In case I needed another hint I am manic and hyper, and typing a whole lot of crap in AIM and in this blog.
Life's a drag.
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Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Work and working out |9:11 PM| I had a rough day at work friday, if you can imagine.
Instead of letting it get to me (too much) I went and worked out with Ryan. Then on Saturday I worked on a deck we were building.
PICK AXE'N
This also involved a damn auger. Ever used a 2 man Auger? It's fucking rough.
After the deck, my uncle then showed me the "boot camp" work out he's been doing. This is a nightmare.
At this point I could not move most of the left side of my body, as I had strained just about everything.
I felt great. No sarcasm, I felt fantastic. Today I made fajitas that were a religous experience, and Joe and I discussed the upcoming X-box series contest. Things are looking up.
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I fucked up at sleeping. |4:24 AM| Oh you dumb bastard.
"Can't sleep, must be that caffeine in that damn root beer"
I went to open screen night hoping to make a quick $100 with chicken ass, one of the first movies my crew and I made. Yes, it also "stars" me. This breaks the rule I'd hoped to follow of "Never appear in own movies". My performance is mostly making faces and yelling.
In any case, I had root beer, which was clearly caffeinated as I cannot get to sleep.
An additional detail is that I'm supposed to go to bed by 10pm on Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Mondays. Otherwise a nice lady gets very upset at me, which is a drag.
I got a call at 2am from said lady(I didn't even realize it was that late) and I was totally fucking busted. I was berated, which I totally deserved.
I'm still hurting from some dental work, and I have a bottle of vicodin for the pain. I pulled a couple of these out and put them into my portable pharmacy, the orange bottle I take everywhere, with its galaxy of pills.
This bottle also contains that nasty little habit of mine, NoDoz. I had been avoiding caffeine again in an attempt to quit it. I did not intend to have caffeinated root beer, or to even drink soda of any kind, but pizza tastes so much better with it.
The vicodin looks remarkably like NoDoz, or vice versa.
CAN YOU GUESS WHERE THIS IS GOING
I decide "My mouth hurts, and I should be sleeping right now."
I pull a small white pill out of the bottle, pop it, and expect drowsiness to overtake me.
It does not. And the pain in my jaw does not fade. In fact, I get more and more awake.
FUCK
I count the number of no Doz in the bottle, and whatta ya know. One less than I put in. In case I needed another hint I am manic and hyper, and typing a whole lot of crap in AIM and in this blog.
Life's a drag.
Labels: Drugs
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Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Work and working out |9:11 PM| I had a rough day at work friday, if you can imagine.
Instead of letting it get to me (too much) I went and worked out with Ryan. Then on Saturday I worked on a deck we were building.
PICK AXE'N
This also involved a damn auger. Ever used a 2 man Auger? It's fucking rough.
After the deck, my uncle then showed me the "boot camp" work out he's been doing. This is a nightmare.
At this point I could not move most of the left side of my body, as I had strained just about everything.
I felt great. No sarcasm, I felt fantastic. Today I made fajitas that were a religous experience, and Joe and I discussed the upcoming X-box series contest. Things are looking up.
Labels: Pictures
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