August 7th, 2002

hedwig (by radiocure)

In an attempt to get to some sleep

My mind won't settle down, so I can't sleep. Let's see if I can get rid of some of this mindchatter with a post.

Stayed up to watch the movie Urbania, a film I've wanted to see for the last couple of months. Not a bad movie, it just lacked in some areas. The leading man was beautiful, but I can't remember what else he played in. I will go to IMDB tomorrow, but not now.

A quote: I didn't mean to ruin your night. Well, actually, I did.

This movie makes me think of several things, one of my earliest LJ posts (my second, I believe), and, of all things, my high school band trip to Canada between my Sophomore and Junior years. I can't figure out why. I'm thinking about how much I craved some alone time while I was there, how much I loved this boy named Justin, how isolated I felt. Echoes of the closet, perhaps? Maybe just homesickness.

Still no insight as to why this movie made me think of Canada. I'm going to try to sleep now, since I have to be up at 6a.

Thinking of you
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hedwig (by radiocure)

Paying the Piper

This is what happens when you stay up to watch a movie instead of sleeping.

You get ambushed.

Someone showing up at the office, a member of the managment team, at 540a, a call from another member of the management team at 552a. I still went back to bed until ten after six. I don't care who you are, showing up to work early, I don't have to be up and around until 630a.

Today is going to be a long day. I work Thorpe desk 10-4. Eek!


P.S. Paper looks good today, mslinds007. Was it worth your lost sleep?
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hedwig (by radiocure)

It's like Deja Vu all over again

My friend Stephanie just emailed me. She's going back to work at the grocery store where we first met, the job that built us up, and broke us one by one.

This is the job that, when I walked out at 5am one morning, I said I would rather roll in broken glass and let a rabid dog lick my wounds before I would come back.

I'm surprised, because I'm actually envious of her. On some levels.

I miss how much fun I had there, how great it was to "hold up the service counter" (i.e., stand around and talk). I don't miss the bullshit politics, but it was a moment in my life that I wouldn't take back for anything. I've written about it before in this post.

Good luck, Steph. Just remember the lessons we've already paid for in blood.
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