Went to work (coffee /breakfast with colleague; we didn't get much done — a sort-of friend felt like telling us a really long story about jobs and job-esque things, and I compared him to a person he had just said was difficult to talk to … I love not having a filter right now, being innocuously honest when I say things like, "You're very much the same, just orbiting in two different spheres of artist-ness; I can communicate with both of you separately just fine").
Went to office.
Accomplished weekly mail event thing.
Started thoughts on our management system.
Did not get to the Quickbooks.
Was taken to Hamburger Mary's by workfriend with other friend's car who works there (Mary's).
Ate with them.
Had a chocolate martini.
I have to say that my current state of non-sleep-non-eat means that alcohol doesn't "do" what it usually does. Nothing at all, really.
I am entertained, as usual, by the meta-experience of watching what "it" is all like.
Meant to go to many things – to see people I actually like, not obligation-events.
Determined it was impossible.
Slept from 5:30 to 10:30 p.m.
Tried for more but felt hungry.
Ate, thinking lack of hunger pangs and the addition of digestion would do the trick.
Oh, and here we still are.