Meghan: Whoa, for a second I thought Stacy wrote "ear." Era. Good. Carry on.
Stacy: Like, "Errrrrrahh" I have no idea what that means...
Anyway, this is it. Our last day working together. Or at least, working together for someone else. We will be working together (watch out world) on our own business venture soon, but today for the last time together we have on our name tags and our happy faces, and will be serving the public until midnight. That sounds kinda dirty doesn't it?
I am about 5 shots of espresso into the day so far, and my left eye keeps twitching. Should I be concerned? NAH, just need more caffeine!!
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Friday, July 24, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Here I am!
Before anyone gets the idea that I am not a real person, I thought it was about time I made my appearance. In fact, Meghan is my hallucination, not the other way around.
Ok, not really. She is actually my friend - younger and more accomplished than I (though perhaps just as crazy) but she still lets me hang out with her, and now we are on our way to Brooklyn.
I leave this quaint attic apartment in Buffalo behind with mixed feelings. I've been through a lot here, a bit of darkness, yet in the end found my independence, and maybe a little courage. Packing up my belongings has understandably, unearthed a lot of memories and a lot of emotion, resulting in lost sleep. When I do slumber, it is restless, compounded by ceaseless grinding of my teeth - must remember to wear my mouth guard!!
If you've ever gone a few days without getting enough sleep, you know there are some interesting results. Sure, there are body-aches and a general sluggishness, but the most interesting effect is what a lack of sleep will do to your mind.
I do not even remember falling asleep last night. I vaguely remember I was packing in my office, watching an episode of Burn Notice on Hulu, and upon realizing it was 3:30am, grabbed my book and crawled into bed. I woke up with a start at 8:30, a bit disoriented, but aware enough to know I had to move my car or suffer the wrath of the timely traffic cops in my neighborhood. As I quickly got dressed, my gaze fell upon my hamper and I saw a piece of clothing which kind of made me lose touch with reality.
I stared at the unfamiliar pattern, and wondered where it came from. It was an odd shade of yellow, with orange and blue circles - was it a towel? A T-shirt? Was it MINE? In that instant, the entire world ceased to make sense. I felt as alien as the cloth I looked at.
If it was mine, why didn't I know what it was? It was on top of the hamper, I had obviously used it (or worn it) recently. It had to belong to me, which lead to a complete crack in my self-awareness. Who am I?
Then I stepped towards the hamper, leaned a little closer, scrunched up my eyes, and realized...
It was just the T-shirt I bought at the No Doubt concert.
I should also mention I normally wear glasses.
Ok, not really. She is actually my friend - younger and more accomplished than I (though perhaps just as crazy) but she still lets me hang out with her, and now we are on our way to Brooklyn.
I leave this quaint attic apartment in Buffalo behind with mixed feelings. I've been through a lot here, a bit of darkness, yet in the end found my independence, and maybe a little courage. Packing up my belongings has understandably, unearthed a lot of memories and a lot of emotion, resulting in lost sleep. When I do slumber, it is restless, compounded by ceaseless grinding of my teeth - must remember to wear my mouth guard!!
If you've ever gone a few days without getting enough sleep, you know there are some interesting results. Sure, there are body-aches and a general sluggishness, but the most interesting effect is what a lack of sleep will do to your mind.
I do not even remember falling asleep last night. I vaguely remember I was packing in my office, watching an episode of Burn Notice on Hulu, and upon realizing it was 3:30am, grabbed my book and crawled into bed. I woke up with a start at 8:30, a bit disoriented, but aware enough to know I had to move my car or suffer the wrath of the timely traffic cops in my neighborhood. As I quickly got dressed, my gaze fell upon my hamper and I saw a piece of clothing which kind of made me lose touch with reality.
I stared at the unfamiliar pattern, and wondered where it came from. It was an odd shade of yellow, with orange and blue circles - was it a towel? A T-shirt? Was it MINE? In that instant, the entire world ceased to make sense. I felt as alien as the cloth I looked at.
If it was mine, why didn't I know what it was? It was on top of the hamper, I had obviously used it (or worn it) recently. It had to belong to me, which lead to a complete crack in my self-awareness. Who am I?
Then I stepped towards the hamper, leaned a little closer, scrunched up my eyes, and realized...
It was just the T-shirt I bought at the No Doubt concert.
I should also mention I normally wear glasses.
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