I'm so tired, and yet I can't sleep. And am suddenly quite worried about my stance on tattoos.

I guess I might as well mechanically log the goings-on since the last entry, since it will at least keep my fingers busy. I cannot trust my brain at the moment.

Saturday I started and completed work on the recharge table. If you look at enough of the pictures, you'll eventually figure out what the hell that's all about. I'm pretty happy with the way it came out, but it was an exhausting day. I was also on the phone most of the day - to Leslie, to my mom - it was a nice, productive day, but a draining one, and I was already working on a pretty strong lack of sleep. Seems like every day for a week has been an exhausting one.

Sunday, I cleaned, and cleaned, and cleaned, and cleaned. Boxed up some more stuff to take to Atlanta, and made some brownies. Sunday was not a phenomenally interesting day. I do make some pretty kickass brownies, though.

Monday, the rain came hard. I packed up some stuff, drove through the monsoon to Atlanta, and listened to my mom tell me the same 5 things she told me Saturday. Then I got to see miss Leslie for the first time in fo-eva, and had quite the whirlwind of an evening. I had a hell of a string of luck in lottery tickets from the place across the street from her work, had one of the hottest goddamned chicken wings of my life (thank you Ass Reaper) and went to a bowling alley I thought I'd never seen before, but in fact had driven by many, many times. Never once through all this was I asked to put a paper bag over my head, and I feel better as a person for that. I also nearly punched a guy for something he did in high school. Then, later, took some refuge in the fact that he'd apparently become a crackhead. Then, still a bit later, I felt bad for that. At some even later point, I engaged a mad quest for an example of pornography starring one specific girl, whom I've since learned was a math and physics scholar, went to college in Siberia, and majored in Optical-Electric Systems. She's like the Dolph Lundgren of porn. It was an interesting evening, but unfortunately one I didn't sleep much after, which I think is affecting me right now.

Tuesday, or, for this entry's purposes, Today, I got to spend nearly the entire day with Leslie, and it was fantastic. Sadly, we had to part back at her work, and right around there began the head funk I'm still trying to navigate my way out of. Though I'm done with the back-and-forth head battle that raged from that parking lot to about Oconee county, feel considerably better, and have shut off most of the things my brain was trying to do to make me miserable, I still retain some guilt for bogarting almost the entirety of the first day off she's had in God knows how long. That was such a side issue to the main battle, and I suppose if that's the only thing I know is still bouncing around my stupid head, that's progress. Here's hoping a night of sleep will allow me to reflect on how truly wonderful the time was, and wipe the time since then away.

the thing is, he loves laura, and his heartrending visions are based not on his feelings about her, but his own insecurities

I suppose I will try to go into some more animated, interesting, and, well, funny detail on all these events later, but right now I just don't have it in me, aside from this:

Word to the wise to anyone attending a Lefont Theatre - if they tell you they are out of popcorn butter, do not accept this on its face. There are alternatives they aren't willing to share at first.

Maybe if I was allowed to have a zanotab, I'd remember it's teamocil.

[at least not where you'd think]