sitting on the couch, feet soaking in my foot spa, laptop on my lap, watching a movie and blogging. god, i love the weekends. feeling a bit seedy today after a fun night last night. a bunch of people from work went to see Danny Bhoy - a scottish comedian, at the Powerhouse. Man, I haven't laughed so hard in so long. Within 5 minutes my cheeks were sore, and my stomach was hurting from laughing so hard. He was hilarious, and so sexy. Rawr, that accent! hehehe.
Afterwards, I went over to rach's and hang out with her and dan, and drank and smoked and chatted and laughed. We stupidly ate some hash cookies- me and pot do not mix AT ALL. i started getting paranoid and had to leave. I started to think rachel and dan were looking at me funny, that suddenly I was the only one feeling and acting fucked up. The walk home took so long it seemed, and it was actually cold. Or at least I think it was- when i'm paranoid, my mind starts racing,... "am I taking a long time? Or am I rushing and moving stupidly fast? Is it cold? or is it actually normal temperature but I can't tell and its just me thinking its cold?" when i got home I tried to get a bottle of water from the fridge and somehow knocked a bottle of sesame oil instead and SMASH, oil and glass all over the floor.
All i wanted to do was sleep, and I was so out of it I barely knew what to do. I tried to clean it up, mope it up, but of course oil is a fucking little bugger to mop up. All I could smell was sesame. I did the best I could and slid a note under Cindy's door saying to wear thongs. Oh god and trying to write a letter, FARK I was sure that I wasn't actually writing words, it was all just scrawl and she wouldn't be able to read it at all.

Anyway, this has taken me all day to write. There has been lots of movie watching and even a nap between starting this post and now. I probably shoulnd't have had the 2 hours sleep, I dont think it helped. I just feel more out of it. Got to go get ready for Aaron's birthday dinner/drinks. Should be good.