Current mood:	groggy
Current music:	The Haunted - One Kill Wonder - 06 - Demon Eyes

dance dance dance
I finished Dance Dance Dance a few days ago. That's probably like my fifth haruki murakami novel in a row. Now I've started Norwegian Wood -- more murakami -- and Tastes of Paradise: A Social History of Spices, Stimulants and Intoxicants.

"Dance...Yougottadance. Aslongasthemusicplays. Yougotta dance. Don'teventhinkwhy. Starttothink, yourfeetstop. Yourfeetstop, wegetstuck. Wegetstuck, you'restuck. Sodon'tpayanymind, nomatterhowdumb. Yougottakeepthestep. Yougottalimberup. Yougottaloosenwhatyoubolteddown. Yougottauseallyougot. Weknowyou'retired, tiredandscared. Happenstoeveryone, okay? Justdon'tletyourfeetstop... Dancingiseverything... Danceintip-topform. Dancesoitallkeepsspinning." -- Sage words of Sheep Man zen

so I woke up at 8 a.m. this morning still slightly drunk, and I couldn't go back to sleep. boy is that a wonderful feeling. I didn't get especially hammered last night, but I realized as I was out that I felt shitty because all I'd eaten all day was soup.

so I just played drums in my underwear. still can't sleep.

work last night was worthless. I had like 3 people at the bar all night. literally. everything was clean for a change though so at least I could read a book (Brautigan's Trout Fishing in America -- great ches, start three books at a time...) instead of heeding my obsessive-compulsive need to work.

both of the bartenders who've been there longer than me were out of town last weekend so I got main bar friday and saturday so I had a good weekend. I needed it. that place has been frustrating the hell out of me. so I had a good weekend and got a $700 tax return, but then I got my attorney bill for $3000, car bill for $1300, and I just wrote a rent check. fuck.

so last week I was dancing with some friends and I end up sort of dancing with this cute girl. she comes up to me later and initiates a conversation, nice girl, seems into it, whatever. I put my number in her phone but I couldn't call myself and save hers because I was underground and had no service. so I ask for her number, she says "I'll call you." Um, ok, *you* came up to *me* in the first place... So I see her again last night (never got that call) and it's the same deal. Dance, talk a little, nice time. Get ready to go, "So can I call you this time?" She says she'll call me.

bitches.