exhausted

christ in a sidecar, i'm a sleepy monkey. and there is no rest in sight. it's going to be a busy weekend, a busy week...observe the schedule:

tonight: dinner with firstroommate and mom, later some libation with wang and others.

tomorrow: dinner and dancing with biscuit (provided that the moving experience hasn't broken him entirely).

saturday: rehearsal for this short film that roos and i are going to be in. he wants to start around 11. which means i need to be up by 10. 9:30 if i'm going to wash my hair first.

saturday night: rockabilly show with the stray alien and brilliant pfizer lady.

sunday: brunch.

sunday evening: sleeping. quality sprawling on a sofa somewhere. perhaps, if there's justice, i'll be able to find a movie to watch and a sofa to sprawl upon until i'm lulled into a semi-catatonic state.

yeah, that's be good.

on a different note, do you ever stop and think about when a certain phrase starts to slip into your vernacular, and where it came from. biscuit and i were talking about this the other day, since we realized that we'd both entered phrases into the local lexicon ("christ in a sidecar" for me and "rock my face" from him). needless to say, we were pleased. it's a certain form of immortality. well, no. but it's definitely evidence that, until it falls out of favor, the words i have spoken have managed to make an impact somewhere. yeah. totally