Once Upon a Time in the Projects

I can’t believe today was a good day. Just like the Ice Cube song.

Although, more like yesterday, or day before… Hell: Saturday night and Sunday morning. My sleep schedules really make it difficult to communicate.

I saw friends Saturday night after a long academic isolationism. It was a nice gathering. Nothing amazing or ridiculous. But it was something at least. It was good to see amanda again. It is a shame to not see her more often (ya hear that amanda, I’m actually not being a sarcastic asshole for a change).

“With half damp eyes I stared into the room
Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon,
Where we together weathered many a storm,
Laughing and singing ’till the early hours of the morn.”

Aw, I bet Jain (my friend’s 2-year old daughter for those fools who have forgotten) was so adorable as Sleeping Beauty tonight… last night… whatever:  for Halloween. Too bad I wasn’t there to sing Once Upon a Dream with her.

This morning I had a luncheon with Holocaust survivors at the Beverly Hills Hotel. That’s right, I was straight-up classy. And I got to dance some good dancing. Not to mention a slow dance to Unchained Melody; it had probably been 3 or so years since I had a true slow dance. Not to mention, I did all this dancing on 1 hour of sleep after the gathering with my friends. I am awesome. (Even though I missed my carpool and had to drive myself because I slept a little too late)

And now it’s 2:30a.m. Monday morning. I have a rough-draft paper on 18th Century Russia/St. Petersburg to write by 1p.m. This will be fun. Time to get reacquainted with the quietly beautiful a.m. hours.

Sometimes. I don’t want to die.