Life just of late

So, it comes to this. Lately I've been feeling pretty sick and tired of not blogging. I figured the best way to address this would be to sit down and blog something. But nothing really noteworthy seems to crop up here in my neck of the woods, so I never really get around to sitting down and blogging something, because nothing seems worthwhile to blog about. But I've had a relatively (for me, anyway) full dance card lately, so I figured this was a good time to get restarted.

Sorry, am I being incoherent? It's possible. There's a reason for that, but more on that later.

So, as noted, it was my birthday recently. About a week ago, actually...last Wednesday. On Friday my mom and sister came to visit me, and we went out and grabbed a bite at a nice Chinese restaurant near my apartment, so that was swell. We did a small amount of hanging out afterward, but I had to go to work that night, so I had to cut it a little bit short. My mom went back to hang out in the casino, I believe, and my sister drove back home, or thereabouts, and I went about my work day.

The next day, Saturday, I don't think anything particularly came up, but I was dragging around tired from the previous day, and then I had so much trouble getting a Jitney ride to work that I was afraid I was going to be late, so I snagged a cab, instead. Then work that night turned out to be a huge deal, and I worked a couple hours overtime. I was super tired after work that day, and then once I got home I completely failed to get a good night's sleep. I'm still not entirely sure why, but I think the temperature had something to do with it, and it's also possible I had some kind of wacky indigestion. At any rate, so I was not in proper working order on Sunday, which probably showed when I was fielding phone calls from various peoples from back in New York threatening to come visit me on Monday. Cool!

So Monday rolled around, and Atlantic City was treated to an invasion of some good ol' crew. Rigel's back in town, as most of you know by now, and he, gmonger, failedoptimist, stephantravels, and Calin all dropped by to come hang out. I always feel vaguely uncomfortable when people come to visit A.C. and aren't there to gamble. Like...besides casinos, I don't really feel that this place has a whole lot to offer. :) Nevertheless, we all managed to make a day of it, mostly by drinking a lot.

( We hung out. I drank a lot. )

Anyway, so that brings me to today, which I have spent not doing much of anything except recovering. My favorite thing, of course, after a night of chemical self-abuse, is a nice greasy diner breakfast. I tried to simulate the experience at home, which I guess worked out well enough. I've basically just been catching up on my online stuff today, and that's about it. Whee.

So today I'm doing all right. I'm not completely tuckered out, but I am running on reduced power, though, so I don't mind spending time just sitting on my ass and chilling, let me tell you. The visit was really fun; as always, events like these always serve to remind me just how special my relationships are with people like these. Also...somewhat disturbing to me were our physical likenesses. I mean...if you know us, picture myself, Rigel, Scott, Stephan, and Gareth all together. Then tell me that doesn't look like some kind of fucked up Corpulent Hairy Guy Convention. I mean, Jesus! Especially now that Rigel is sporting his child molester mustache. But that aside, it was nice to spend time with the like-minded again, having interaction with what I only semi-jokingly call "real" people, something I don't get a lot out my way.

Aaaaanyway. So that was good times. I'd like more of them. I'm going to see what I can do about that. But for now, I'm going to slip back into the semi-comatose zombie-like state that feels more natural for me today. Peace.

EDIT: Mildly troubling: I know I was supposed to remember four things from yesterday. And I can only remember three of them. Dammit!