"i love her because she moves in her own way"
went to see rocky horror on fri. night. drove up 95 and back in the torrential wet, and was consequently strung out and drained. i wouldn't have minded it quite as much if jennifer wasn't in the car with me. i always feel like i'm responsible for someone else's life when they're in my car, even if it's only for an hour or so. if my car's going to go into a skid and i'm going to careen into the truck next to me, i wouldn't mind dying from my mistake if it just me. it's just possible that i have an increased sense of my own mortality at certain times, though i think that i'm just being realistic.
woke up on saturday with a horrible headache. stayed in bed watching "six feet under" reruns until jenny called around six p.m. and got me out. neglected to take painkillers before i went. stalked around spotsy mall with jenny and lauren, which was delightfully prosaic and not at all what i expect from going out with the both of them. two lovely warm sweaters hanging in my closet! ate at a kick-ass thai restaurant in central park, bangkok boulevard, and loved it to teeny little bits. surreal purple neon lighting all round the ceiling with scrumptious pina coladas. they have this thing where they only ever play 80's music. excellent.
then we went back to lauren's hotel room and had some wine. v. subdued, as my head was throbbing painfully and lauren was in a bad place. can't imagine being in a mature relationship where you care enough about the other person to have serious fights with them. can't imagine being in a relationship at all. loathe the word relationship. after dropping lauren off, jenny changed into her dirty maid outfit at my place and convinced me to come to rhps with her. choked down several excedrin, threw on my red vinyl pants and went, only to discover that the show was sold out. chatted with an axl rose lookalike we'd met when we went the night before (he won the costume contest) and the ticket seller and left. headache gone by this point, replaced by nagging sense of injustice done to us. went to jenny's with the vague idea of watching a movie, only to discover that, due to construction, nobody in her neighborhood had power. took some oreo ice cream from her freezer and one of her vids, and went back to my place. watched "undercover blues." loved dennis quaid bringing the snark and the cheshire cat grin.
went out this morning to discover that i had two parking tickets, $25 apiece b/c the cop waited until midnight so i got one for sat and one for sun. wanted to kill with my bare hands. felt headache returning with a vengeance, so went for doughnuts. got complimented for my harley-davidson hat by a guy in the wawa parking lot, who could tell i was bitchy. doughnuts didn't really assuage my headache or my mounting sense that the universe hates me and is out to kill me. conquered this feeling at least partially by exercising control over the only thing i have control over; i.e. the cleanliness of my room. did laundry as well. very teeny sense of accomplishment pervades my being. now torchwood ep.3 is finished downloading, i'll go watch that, in the hopes that this week will be better than what has come before.
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