lack and excess

It is Friday and I'm still forced to be in this dreary internet cafe. At least I've managed to find the one that is very very quiet. I still don't have a desk either. I'm going to give in and go to Ikea today (they're open until 10!) and buy probably the exact same desk that I had in San Francisco. I would really prefer to find a reliable thrift store to lurk about in until I find the perfect little writing desk. I imagine the kind of desk you could picture Emily Dickinson sitting at. Oh, Community Thrift on 19th and Valencia, I miss you so! But time is running out, especially since I promised a certain someone I'd have a new version of the article to send out by Monday. So Ikea it shall be.

Tomorrow night, my house is throwing a Christmas party, so last night J decided to try out different cocktail recipes. The cocktails were horrible, but we ended up very drunk very fast. The it was late, and we all thought it would be a grand idea to go to karaoke night at the local tragic gay bar, where we drank more (no, I did not sing). On the way back, J endeared himself to me by going on a drunken rant about how much he dislikes deaf people. I woke up around 1 pm with a very very bad hangover.

So, in summary, there has been an EXCESS of: alcohol, sleeping, hangover. There has been a LACK of: desk, internet connection, work, self-control. Buying a desk this evening will be a good start, right?