After too much fun: Eat to work, sleep to work, work to work, work, work!

Seventeen hours of science fiction at the Music Box yesterday. I'm fucking exhausted. I got home at quarter to six this morning, with the sky light and birds singing the coming of dawn. Of course, I woke up yesterday hungover and probably still a little buzzed from my, ahem, overindulgence Friday evening, after only eight hours of sleep. My body was screaming it needed more, so of course I went out into the world for 20 hours.

There was a really cute nerdy (of course, being a sci-fi fest) girl there who I often caught looking rather keenly in my direction at the Music Box. Unfortunately she was with first some friends, and then one guy met her later, and I was too chicken-shit to just ask if she were seeing anybody and ask her out.

I've been procrastinating at school, and as a result I'm going to have to work my ass off this week. But tests are done; the big thing I've got to do is get my IRB application done so I can send it in after my thesis committee meeting on Thursday morn. Oh, and reschedule a few patients so I can make that meeting. I've also got some records I took on Friday that I've got to organize.

This afternoon shall be spent working, and of course I'll get burned out and quit early. Whatever. After this weekend, and last weekend, and I dunno how many before that, I should be totally sleep-deprived.


On the plus side, I've been totally grooving on the Tim Armstrong/Aggrolites record, or the tracks that have been released online so far. I can't wait for the actual record to be out so I can get the songs all mastered to the same level.