Tuesday, July 12, 2016

I’m So Busy I Forgot To Blog



GAHHhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhahahhhhh! That is the sound that my brain is making. I have only twice in the last ~5 years forgotten to blog on Mondays and those times I have literally been in another state or country. No excuses for me this time. I was in New York but I feel like I am in outer space.

I have been insanely busy the last few weeks and I am at one of my three jobs and have to work work work work work and then take my cat to get emergency surgery later today so this post will literally be just me filling up a page or so until I have to go back to multi-task a gazillion things.

One would think that mid July would be a time of respite but no. Not me, I somehow have managed to make my life a cluster fuck of social, personal, work, life mess. On top of all that I’ve been super bad at the basic life stuff like eating and sleeping and regular body maintenance. I’ve made myself dinner maybe twice in the last two months. The concept of painting my nails or shaving my legs seems so extra and bleek. I have been socializing so much for work and personal life that I have literally had a least one drink (more like four) every day for the past three weeks. 

I am pickled and I’m at the point where I’m not sure if I know how to boil an egg anymore.

But it’s not all that bad. I have currently three house guests in my apartment which is actually fun. It’s lovely to have friends old and new to visit especially if it is their first time in New York. I feel like an ambassador of sorts and it makes me remember why I love this city in the first place.

Amidst all this I have been trying to construct some sort of a love life. It’s a bit of a disaster. It’s like nailing rotting planks of wood to create a leaking raft but hey, better that then drowning in a pool of self-pity. Starting things, ending things, or just bopping along is so tiring! I’m literally at the point where the next decent, funny, smart guy that comes in arm length I want to grab and suggest we go to City Hall and get married and call it a day. But alas, that won’t happen. My arms are too tired to even reach out.

Art. I feel eye ball deep in it but also so brain dead that I can’t even begin to think more then thoughts like, “pretty” “stupid” “why.”  But yes, it’s there and teaching 16-18 year olds how to think about art and aesthetics is literally the most bizarre thing to do. I’m not sure I even knew the word aesthetics at age 16. I was/am still a rube.

So this post is pretty much shit and I’m sorry that I am even writing this and I’m sorry that some of you are actually even reading this so I’ll say Bye-Bye now and get back to work.

Hopefully, if there is any mercy in this world, next week I’ll have some balance or even the ability to remember what day of the week it is and I’ll do a proper post with some actual thoughts.

Till then say a prayer for me and I hope you aren’t as spazzed out as I am.