Whinge

I have some adjusting to do, I think. Staying up late having a good time doing whatever it is you’re doing, but still having to get up damn early to make it to work – that ain’t right. Last night it was just drinking a beer on the couch with a favorite person, the night before it was a birthday party in the City (at a belly-dancing Moroccan restaurant where we sat on the floor next to the fabric walls, eating lamb and rabbit with our fingers), tonight it’s SUPPOSED to be watching a friend play in a punk band at a girl club in San Francisco (and that’s hard to resist, no?) but I’m TIRED.

Whine. Silly whinings. Suck it up either play or sleep, but don’t whine about it. That’s what big me tells little me, but little me still wants to complain.

Digit didn’t come home last night, now I’m worried. He does tend to stay out on full moon nights. More light to read the cards. Full house! Aces high…..

And I slept so poorly, too. Full moons affect me in a visceral way – dreams of small animals and bluegrass music and deserted rooms in antique stores. Oh! I dreamed of cashmere. Tactile dreams.

Now, racing off to work again – will I go out tonight? Prolly. Remind me to tell you about the tattoo I want now. Enjoy your weekend (and SLEEP!) And go see Bethany, new pics up!