Shenanagans!

It took place, and I was involved. For a change. After work, myself, the roommate, and the old roommate went to see Factory Girl. Wait, hold the phone, Sisterfriend! Let's back up. I had wine before we went! And it was red! And I picked it out. On the Upper West Side, no less.

After our Chinese-Red Wine-Rocky Horror Chat session, we poured the remainder into a Vitamin Water bottle, and cabbed it to the Angelika. Factory Girl is an enjoyable movie, nothing to write home about. Sienna Miller is a decent Edie Sedgwyck, but I wouldv'e prefered a documentary about her. She seems like a fascinatingly, disturbed person. Stay for the end credits, as there's some interviews with people who knew her. And Guy Pearce as Warhol was a pretty cool deal. Very blase, and captured Warhola to a tee. To enjoy the film at it's highest level, bring red wine in a Vitamin Water bottle - and don't share with your friends.

I had an adorablly endearing wine mustache from drinking out of the bottle. Aww, shucks indeed!

Then we went to a NYU-approved bar, that smelled like Kerouac and douchebag. And I drank more. I was a fun person tonight. Are we really surprised? We knew the transformation was coming, right?

My roommate and I are home safe and sound. Goodnight, New York. You're not so bad after all - no matter what they say.

My pulse and hopes are rising, so let's keep improvising.

Things are better today. And why shouldn't they be? I've worked 47 hours in the course of 4 days, slept a total of 7 hours in that time period, all the while making rent. That's what it comes down to, people. At least that's what I'm telling myself.

But, I think I've discovered a wonderful insanity eraser. I need a schedule; I can't work random hours for these families, working a bit here, a bit there. I need to limit myself, and must discontinue my overextension. So, I'm come up with a detailed schedule, that'll in the end, have me bringing home quiet a bit more, then my previous positions. Consequently, I'll be working 6 days a week, but after surving this weekend, it's apparent I have the stamina to carry on. And sadly, it'll impact Harold Nite, at least the first part. I wont be able to go home for the next two months, due to class being on a Wed. I will bring it to the families attention this week, and sanity will ensue.

Tomorrow is my first day off in a long while. I've been so neglectful of my Rabbit, I'm taking her to the Vet tomorrow, for a clip and check-up. She's healthy, but every 6 months...whether you need it or not. I don't to often discuss her, but she's the best thing in the world. She's a sophisticated creature of the evening, much like myself. I dropped at home, at 9.30, and spent the evening with one of my roommates, munching on Atomic Wings, watching the Golden Globes on Tivo, and dancing to Frank Sinatra. All in all, a lovely closing to an incredibly uneccessary, sleep-depirved weekend.