Why I’m So Tired. in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

  • June 28, 2006, midnight
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So tired this morning. I had a really hard time getting up. Not even the text message banter followed by the pic of Dude’s dingle could wake me up (why do guys love to photograph their wieners? Why??!). So I’m sitting at my desk pounding coffee in hopes that I can get to work soon. Meantime…an entry!

Oops. Just had to go to a surprise 2-hour meeting. Didn’t help with the waking up.

Aneeyway…here’s where I last left off, and a few reasons why I’m so tired today:

  • NoiseFest 2006: Okay, so not only did the freak-loverboy next door (not to be confused with “Nabe”) get some acTION Sunday night, but he had some thumping CD on repeat mode. I heard the same pumping beat from 9 until at least midnight. How on earth could they both stand it? I know I couldn’t. But I guess when you’re a howler like she is, the thump, thump, thumping doesn’t faze. And as I was about to get up and bang all over the walls like an African tribal drummer (to the beat, no less)…
  • The Fire Alarm Goes Off: Loudly. Very, very loudly. I jumped seventeen feet in the air and the cat went flying across the room. It was sonic boom-type loud, first with the sirens and then with the female voice screaming calmly, “THERE HAS BEEN AN EMERGENCY IN THE BUILDING. PLEASE PROCEED TO THE STAIRWELLS AND EVACUATE THE BUILDING…” She repeated this message over and over for about 5 minutes, and then another voice booms over the loudspeaker, “THIS IS NOT AN ACTUAL EMERGENCY. PLEASE DO NOT EVACUATE THE BUILDING…” Again, over and over and over! The alarm then went off and on all night long and into the morning. I was thrilled when it went off at 5:30 because I was already up and getting ready for work. I was so hoping that Mr. & Mrs. Fuckfest were rudely awakened.
  • Out with PlastiGirls: Even though I was exhausted when I got home from work last night, I’d sort of committed to go out with one of Lovely Leah’s neighbors to the opening of this new tequila bar (dangerous, I know!) last night. [sidebar: I need to write more about Lovely in another entry…she’s been in and out of the hospital, and it’s a very scary situation.] So I sucked it up and met Leah’s neighbor (I’m going to have to call her HyperBlonde because that’s what she is), who’s really sweet and everything, but very exhausting to be around. And she had two women with her who were, quite simply, worth about $250,000 in plastic surgery. It was the most uncomfortable, freaky experience. They were so Botox’d and boob’d and lip-plump’d and tanned and suctioned and lifted and twisted and….gah!! It was HORRID!!! They couldn’t smile, and they had zero personalities and I was dumbfounded. I didn’t know what to say to these women, and quite frankly, was embarrassed to be sitting with them. Unfortunately, HyperBlonde, who is one of them too, only sweet and silly wouldn’t let me get away!! I ended up staying with them, listening to HB’s chatting and actually chiming in with her until about 1am.

    And there’s more, but I need to run to another meeting. But that’s why I’m so tired today.

    Yawn.


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