So, for the last week or so, I've been dreaming about this guy, David Cook. Apparently, he's from American Idol. I don't watch it (it is, after all, realitytvmyownpersonalhellomg), but my coworkers do, and therefore discuss it, well, every day that ends in y. He never has an "important" role in my dreams, yet he's always there, and making me question my sanity. Why this dude? Really.
I'm seriously exhausted. I got about 4 hours of sleep last night, and I've come to the realization that I'm not the rockstar I used to be. In college and living in Florida, I could stay out all night, go to class, work, and go out again and I still graduated from college with honors. My age is definitely catching up with me. After drinking more than my fair share of alcohol, work today was hellacious. My hangover lunch at work was a Diet Coke and tortilla chips. Delicious AND stomach settling!!!
Last night, I spent some time with a few of the NoKY college kids. We went to Uno's and the Midway Cafe, and ate and drank and sang loudly with songs on the jukebox....and generally made fools of ourselves. I'm truly thankful that these people are in my life. They were some of the first people to accept me for who I am - the entire shy, slightly insane, music nerd, geeky package. Their acceptance helped me to accept myself, and I'll love them forever for that. When I made the decision to move back to Kentucky after 4 years in Florida, I was worried about reestablishing friendships with people that I had had limited contact with for so long, but I know now that I should have never worried. The minute I came back, it was like I had never left. They really are wonderful. :) [/nerdy gushing]
We might all be dorky, but dammit, we're dorky TOGETHER! Note to the wise: do not get drunk at a pumpkin patch/petting zoo. You might get kicked out.
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