|Hmmm...I wonder where I'm sleeping Friday night...
||[Oct. 19th, 2000|03:15 am]
|||||Pink Floyd - "Young Lust" (Couldn't make this stuff up if I tried...)||]|
Really shouldn't keep doing this to myself, but I'm willing to make the sacrifice to spend more time with Jessie (man, almost typed her real name there...Oops.). So, I'm riding the bus(es and train) to help Megan with her homework. I'll also be going shopping with her and her (gay) friend, Don. Now, I could possibly hang out and go on this short story that I really want to. But, that would mean spending the night out there again, and then going straight to work Saturday morning. I guess I could do it (it's a lot easier now that the buses are running), but I'm pulling this last minute crap on people again. Sorry...
So, I've found crash space (Thanks, Erik!), now I just need to find out if they want/need me in the short story...Hopefully, they do, because Megan's also involved in that, in a way that makes her blush and embarrassed (or at the very least act embarrassed, and pretend to blush), and that's really fun to watch...And you know, I just really want to spend as much time with her as I can, since we live about half an hour or 45 minutes away by car, and a couple of hours by bus...
So, the plan for Friday so far is:
7:30am - Get up (and bitch and moan...)
8:30am - Get on the bus
10:40am - Meet Megan at the donut shop near where she lives.
11am - Start tutoring at her house (here's where things fall apart, timewise)
Sometime later - shopping
Even later - Short story
Late - Show up at Erik's, sleep.
8:30am - Get up (can't forget to bitch and moan...)
9:56am - Get on the bus
12:05pm - Arrive at work
1:00pm - Wake up from my nap and start work...
Didn't I have some sort of plan about catching up on my sleep this weekend? Damn.
It's the William Randolph Hearst theory...I'll catch up on my sleep when I'm dead...At this rate, I'll be dead 50 years or so before I'm actually resting in peace.