Hey, I just had a horrible day at work. My body was shutting down. I developed a Charlie horse while bending down to pull sales tickets off the shelf, we had some real bozos in the store, and one of my assistant managers is simply making EVERYBODY feel uncomfortable and miserable. So, really, good times. It was MY Friday though, which meant once the shift was over I could leave, get dinner, sit naked outside on the patio and just relax while I took a sleepy pill and had a half-pour of a whiskey and cola. Well, best laid plans always seem to go to shit, don’t they? What happened is that I got to Wendy’s, which is about an 18km trip from work, realized I’d left my iPad and case and a sketchbook in the case full of drawings that any certain assistant manager got a hold of could make life VERY miserable for me, and so had to fly back to work to get it, and then finally return to where I’m staying. I’m happy to report I am no on the deck, finished dinner, almost finished the drink, and getting that fun Zopiclone metallic taste in my mouth that always heralds fun land.
The plan for tomorrow was a trip to Wreck Beach, but as I’m currently sitting awake at 10:21 pm, with a sleeping pill in my system that may take another hour to really start kicking in, and a drink that might turn into another, I’m pretty sure that plan is completely out the window. I’d have to be awake at 530 to start getting things ready to hit a 6:20 ferry to a 2 hour bus ride. I’m… umm… not so sure that’s the best idea at this moment in time. I’d still be pill drunk. I’d be cranky, and I’d be less than receptive to the good time that Wreck Beach generally has for me.
So I’m going to back out of that. Instead, I’m going to try to connect with a friend and her daughter for an ‘art day’, take a day a bit easy, and then start fresh tomorrow night, at an earlier time, get more sleep and do Wreck RIGHT.
As for tonight… I’m well on my way to a good pass out soon here. I need it… and I may not wake up until, like TEN.
So there.