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exhilarationYep. That's the problem in society today. It's Red Bull.
Makes us think we don't need to sleep.
Makes us think we can do anything.
Masquerades as a soda! A soda? More like an Angel of Light, I tell you!
Makes us go until we crash and crash until we burn...
So after the whole falling out of bed thing, which, really, I swear, I do not fall out of bed normally... I pretty much decided I need to turn over a new leaf. All these feelings of I can't keep doing this are completely valid, I'm right, I can't keep doing this. I can't quit one job, or both jobs, or any jobs. So the only thing I can do to get more sleep is socialize less. Don't go out after work. Don't hang out with Erica. Just go the hell to sleep like a normal person.
Right.
I say stuff like that a lot.
I say "oh I'm not going to go out" and yet, somehow, it seems I keep going out.
So I went out this weekend.
I had a fabulous, fabulous time.
And my whole "I need to sleep more" thing is utterly failing.
Friday night I worked until close. Erica waited around for me at the restaurant - she has started hanging around there recently - and we met some of my co-workers at a bar for a drink or two and then Erica brought me home. Ok, not exactly in my plan, but close enough. Saturday, though... Saturday I worked my usual double shift, which means I got out of work early (early being, like, nine thirty at night) and then me and Erica went to Jory's house to pre-game. Saturday was Jory's 21st birthday. I never made the connection that she's so young - it makes sense, though, because she is not normally out at the bar with Bevan. If he's out, she's not with him and he leaves right away because she's waiting for him somewhere or something.
I am kind of surprised that she made a big deal about wanting me to come - she doesn't like me, she thinks I'm annoying, whatever, I don't know, I guess she doesn't actually dislike me, maybe she was just in a bitchy mood that one day. Cause it was really just that one time. She's never acted like she didn't like me any other time I've been around her. She's even come to my house to hang out. I don't know. Whatever. Her and Bevan I guess worked things out because he told me she wanted me to come along and that I could bring Erica. Again, with people acting like me and Erica are a couple...
So anyway, we drank a little at her house before hand, then we went to a bar in Wildwood that was right on the water, which was pretty cool, and wasn't disgustingly crowded, and it was pretty nice there but I don't remember what the place was called. I had never been there before. Then we went back to her house to keep drinking and play games with red solo cups that I haven't seen anyone play since, oh, maybe my first semester of college when I lived in a dorm, lol. Well, she is a college student. I guess that's to be expected, isn't it?
I got drunk. I achieved that perfect, near mythical state of being just drunk enough to have a better time than being sober but not so drunk I started acting stupid or feeling sick. How does one achieve something like that? Red Bull. I'm telling you. Gets late, start to feel tired, alcohol goes directly to your head, what do you do? Drink a Red Bull and it will all be okay! You can keep going, keep working, keep playing, and ward off that FMS, too.
FMS, you know, Fear of Missing Something.
I got that real bad.
I slept over at Erica's, and by 'slept over' I mean we made scrambled eggs at her house, and then passed out for a few hours after the sun had already come up, and then I went to work the next morning, worked my shift, and went home with Bevan, where I fell asleep in the middle of a loud round of Rock Band (I wasn't actually playing right then, so, it's not that bad, right?) and he woke me up around eleven at night, everyone else had gone home, and asked me if I wanted him to take me home or if I wanted him to just take me to work the next morning. I got kind of freaked out that I fell asleep like that and said to just take me home right then.
I worked this morning, and for some reason, a bunch of people called out, and I ended up staying until four in the afternoon. That's an eleven hour shift, and I kept saying I didn't want to stay, that it was too long of a day and I really didn't want to do it, and Kiva (my manager) was acting like it wasn't that big of a deal, but eventually I had to be like, look, if I stay all afternoon today, I'm not coming in tomorrow. You can work out how you want to cover that shift. But if you need me today, you don't get me tomorrow, and that's that. I work two jobs. More than sixty hours a week. And I walk fucking two miles to get here every morning before the sun is even up. So if you want me to stay today, I'm not coming in tomorrow, and that's that. I probably repeated myself like six times.
When I got home I went right to sleep and I woke up around midnight, only to find that LJ was having some kind of emergency maintenance or something, and I wanted to post so I read wiki until it came back up again, and now, here I am posting about how I don't sleep enough.
I really hate how Red Bull tastes, but it isn't bad when mixed with mango vodka.
I really love how I achieved that perfect level of drunkenness.
But I think I'm swearing off the stuff anyway.
Makes us think we don't need to sleep.
Makes us think we can do anything.
Masquerades as a soda! A soda? More like an Angel of Light, I tell you!
Makes us go until we crash and crash until we burn...
So after the whole falling out of bed thing, which, really, I swear, I do not fall out of bed normally... I pretty much decided I need to turn over a new leaf. All these feelings of I can't keep doing this are completely valid, I'm right, I can't keep doing this. I can't quit one job, or both jobs, or any jobs. So the only thing I can do to get more sleep is socialize less. Don't go out after work. Don't hang out with Erica. Just go the hell to sleep like a normal person.
Right.
I say stuff like that a lot.
I say "oh I'm not going to go out" and yet, somehow, it seems I keep going out.
So I went out this weekend.
I had a fabulous, fabulous time.
And my whole "I need to sleep more" thing is utterly failing.
Friday night I worked until close. Erica waited around for me at the restaurant - she has started hanging around there recently - and we met some of my co-workers at a bar for a drink or two and then Erica brought me home. Ok, not exactly in my plan, but close enough. Saturday, though... Saturday I worked my usual double shift, which means I got out of work early (early being, like, nine thirty at night) and then me and Erica went to Jory's house to pre-game. Saturday was Jory's 21st birthday. I never made the connection that she's so young - it makes sense, though, because she is not normally out at the bar with Bevan. If he's out, she's not with him and he leaves right away because she's waiting for him somewhere or something.
I am kind of surprised that she made a big deal about wanting me to come - she doesn't like me, she thinks I'm annoying, whatever, I don't know, I guess she doesn't actually dislike me, maybe she was just in a bitchy mood that one day. Cause it was really just that one time. She's never acted like she didn't like me any other time I've been around her. She's even come to my house to hang out. I don't know. Whatever. Her and Bevan I guess worked things out because he told me she wanted me to come along and that I could bring Erica. Again, with people acting like me and Erica are a couple...
So anyway, we drank a little at her house before hand, then we went to a bar in Wildwood that was right on the water, which was pretty cool, and wasn't disgustingly crowded, and it was pretty nice there but I don't remember what the place was called. I had never been there before. Then we went back to her house to keep drinking and play games with red solo cups that I haven't seen anyone play since, oh, maybe my first semester of college when I lived in a dorm, lol. Well, she is a college student. I guess that's to be expected, isn't it?
I got drunk. I achieved that perfect, near mythical state of being just drunk enough to have a better time than being sober but not so drunk I started acting stupid or feeling sick. How does one achieve something like that? Red Bull. I'm telling you. Gets late, start to feel tired, alcohol goes directly to your head, what do you do? Drink a Red Bull and it will all be okay! You can keep going, keep working, keep playing, and ward off that FMS, too.
FMS, you know, Fear of Missing Something.
I got that real bad.
I slept over at Erica's, and by 'slept over' I mean we made scrambled eggs at her house, and then passed out for a few hours after the sun had already come up, and then I went to work the next morning, worked my shift, and went home with Bevan, where I fell asleep in the middle of a loud round of Rock Band (I wasn't actually playing right then, so, it's not that bad, right?) and he woke me up around eleven at night, everyone else had gone home, and asked me if I wanted him to take me home or if I wanted him to just take me to work the next morning. I got kind of freaked out that I fell asleep like that and said to just take me home right then.
I worked this morning, and for some reason, a bunch of people called out, and I ended up staying until four in the afternoon. That's an eleven hour shift, and I kept saying I didn't want to stay, that it was too long of a day and I really didn't want to do it, and Kiva (my manager) was acting like it wasn't that big of a deal, but eventually I had to be like, look, if I stay all afternoon today, I'm not coming in tomorrow. You can work out how you want to cover that shift. But if you need me today, you don't get me tomorrow, and that's that. I work two jobs. More than sixty hours a week. And I walk fucking two miles to get here every morning before the sun is even up. So if you want me to stay today, I'm not coming in tomorrow, and that's that. I probably repeated myself like six times.
When I got home I went right to sleep and I woke up around midnight, only to find that LJ was having some kind of emergency maintenance or something, and I wanted to post so I read wiki until it came back up again, and now, here I am posting about how I don't sleep enough.
I really hate how Red Bull tastes, but it isn't bad when mixed with mango vodka.
I really love how I achieved that perfect level of drunkenness.
But I think I'm swearing off the stuff anyway.
