My weekend?
Aug. 30th, 2004 06:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zebralittle52two words: Sleep Dep
I think I wrote earlier that I didn’t get home till 9ish Saturday morning, right? *too tired to check* Anyway, a huge storm woke me up early that afternoon, so I didn’t get quite as much sleep as I’d hoped. A couple friends and I were supposed to get together in Rice Village, but we called it on account of rain. *shrug*
Then I called M, got directions to his house, and raced over there to make the 5-something showing of Hero. K was already waiting by the time I show up, and I’m told we’re going at the 7:20 instead. >.<;; A couple video games and lunch(breakfast) later, and it was time for the movie. Hero is gorgeous! The color use alone blew me away. Sure there were some lags, and a few places that had us laughing under our breath (but that was more the gamer in us than the movie’s fault, I think ^_~) but over all I was really impressed. Then it was back to his place for some more games (You should’a seen the looks I got, just ‘cause I knew who Fritz the Cat is!) and then we called it a night.
This is where my overactive imagination bit me in the butt and the Sleep Dep comes in. My mind can really fuck with me, so I’d suggest skipping the next paragraph all together.
B was supposed to come by, but never showed. I figured something had come up, that he’d most likely passed out at home, ‘cause he wasn’t answering the phone. I knew he’d had a long day, but somehow the idea got into my head that something had happened to him. I’m talking “stomach in knots, nauseous, pacing the floor and wanting to go drive the freeways looking for an accident scene” neurosis here. Scenarios kept playing, funerals and morgues, accidents and violence but I knew, I knew it was all in my head and I was being ridiculous, so I tried to get some sleep. In the end I managed three crappy hours before giving up. Finally got a hold of B around 10am and I was right, he’d passed out as home and slept through the phone ringing. I tried to tell him how worried and upset I’d been, but it wasn’t his fault my head got turned around and I didn’t want to dump on him, so I hung up before I started bawling in his ear. This huge ball of anxiety rolled off my shoulders and I just lost it. Stood in the kitchen like an idiot, crying my eyes out and laughing.
It wasn’t pretty. I’m blaming the entire incident on hormones.
The guys were due in about an hour for the game, so I did what I could to pull myself together and clean up. I was seriously tempted to bow out of the game for the weekend, but the session’s held at my house and I didn’t want to let the guys down, so I ran out for a triple espresso frap and prayed I could stay awake enough to not suck at RP. The game went well, though we are having a few problems... We’ll see.
One of the guys had to head home and the rest of us started chatting... and we didn’t stop till 7 the next morning. >.<;; Then I passed out, and now I’m at work, and all I want is to crawl into my big empty bed.
Unfortunately next weekend’s not looking good for sleep either. *headdesk* Why do I do this to myself?
I think I wrote earlier that I didn’t get home till 9ish Saturday morning, right? *too tired to check* Anyway, a huge storm woke me up early that afternoon, so I didn’t get quite as much sleep as I’d hoped. A couple friends and I were supposed to get together in Rice Village, but we called it on account of rain. *shrug*
Then I called M, got directions to his house, and raced over there to make the 5-something showing of Hero. K was already waiting by the time I show up, and I’m told we’re going at the 7:20 instead. >.<;; A couple video games and lunch(breakfast) later, and it was time for the movie. Hero is gorgeous! The color use alone blew me away. Sure there were some lags, and a few places that had us laughing under our breath (but that was more the gamer in us than the movie’s fault, I think ^_~) but over all I was really impressed. Then it was back to his place for some more games (You should’a seen the looks I got, just ‘cause I knew who Fritz the Cat is!) and then we called it a night.
This is where my overactive imagination bit me in the butt and the Sleep Dep comes in. My mind can really fuck with me, so I’d suggest skipping the next paragraph all together.
B was supposed to come by, but never showed. I figured something had come up, that he’d most likely passed out at home, ‘cause he wasn’t answering the phone. I knew he’d had a long day, but somehow the idea got into my head that something had happened to him. I’m talking “stomach in knots, nauseous, pacing the floor and wanting to go drive the freeways looking for an accident scene” neurosis here. Scenarios kept playing, funerals and morgues, accidents and violence but I knew, I knew it was all in my head and I was being ridiculous, so I tried to get some sleep. In the end I managed three crappy hours before giving up. Finally got a hold of B around 10am and I was right, he’d passed out as home and slept through the phone ringing. I tried to tell him how worried and upset I’d been, but it wasn’t his fault my head got turned around and I didn’t want to dump on him, so I hung up before I started bawling in his ear. This huge ball of anxiety rolled off my shoulders and I just lost it. Stood in the kitchen like an idiot, crying my eyes out and laughing.
It wasn’t pretty. I’m blaming the entire incident on hormones.
The guys were due in about an hour for the game, so I did what I could to pull myself together and clean up. I was seriously tempted to bow out of the game for the weekend, but the session’s held at my house and I didn’t want to let the guys down, so I ran out for a triple espresso frap and prayed I could stay awake enough to not suck at RP. The game went well, though we are having a few problems... We’ll see.
One of the guys had to head home and the rest of us started chatting... and we didn’t stop till 7 the next morning. >.<;; Then I passed out, and now I’m at work, and all I want is to crawl into my big empty bed.
Unfortunately next weekend’s not looking good for sleep either. *headdesk* Why do I do this to myself?
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Date: 2004-08-31 05:23 am (UTC)cause you like pain, and are sadistic to yourself. *shrugs* Can't say much, tend to do the same thing to myself. How about a *hug* and maybe next time i see you bring you a cookie?
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Date: 2004-08-31 12:10 pm (UTC)