Just had a cup of this sleepytime tea. I think I could go to sleep now, but I want to be completely sure so I don’t keep waking Jennie up. The packaging for the tea has a bear holding a cat which I find completely absurd. The bear would definitely eat that cat. This week was especially blurry due to insomnia. After writing my last entry I didn’t fall asleep until around noon. Went to an art opening for Jennie’s boss that evening when I woke up and was supposed to go out with the team but was too exhausted. Friday went to some galleries in Chelsea with Kelly and Kristen to see some art. The best was this box with some videos in it. Saw a lot of work that I am sure I could create which gave me confidence. However I don’t want be people to be as bored as I was looking at that work (mostly lines and pattern paintings). We got a slice of cake at Billy’s Bakery, then headed to the Lower East Side to drink at Odessa where we were over-charged. Then on to Scenic to meet Bob, Liz, Peter B., and Frannie. Got some free drinks there and went across the street to another bar for one beer. We all split up and I met Jennie at Lit, when I had rather have gone home. She felt the same, so we had one beer and left. Saturday I went to PS1 with Mike and his brother. A good installation there with lots of tv monitors. I want an flat-panel tv really bad, but I can’t convice myself it is worth spending $900 when we don’t even have cable. That night met up with Kelly again to have dinner with some other graphic designers. It was an adultish meal. We all went out for drinks. Me and Kelly went to this party in Park Slope where most of the people there were in the literary world somehow. Lots of glasses and blazers and such. I made a goal of drinking every last beer in their fridge and did pretty well. I was very drunk and talked to most everyone there. I really enjoy parties where I don’t know anyone. Shared a cab home with some girls at 4am and it was snowing like crazy. I woke up Jennie when I thought I was being super quiet slipping into bed with some pretty intense hiccups. She suggested I sleep on the couch, which I agreed to only under the stipulation that she say goodnight to the blanket. Today I was completelly worthless.

Not as much response from the zine as I had hoped. I really liked it, but after I don’t get a flood of reactions I begin to think maybe it sucked. Been talking quite a bit about me and Sam’s book project and people seem to be excited. So I need to focus on that this week.

Tuesday night me and Jennie went to see Spamalot, The Monty Python Musical. It was my first Broadway play. It was funny. Basically an adaptation of The Holy Grail with some contemporary jokes in it. I got the tickets as an xmas gift for Jennie. She was happy. I can’t sleep again. Wednesday I didn’t get out of bed until 2pm. I was disappointed. I have a lot of plans and ideas, but I don’t get around to a lot of it. I lay in bed and think of what I should get done the next day, then I think that I should train my mind to stop thinking about the next day and think about going to sleep. The bed is for sleeping, not for thinking. The last 5 or 6 days I have been taking Tylenol PM so I can sleep, I finally looked at the bottle and it said do not take for more than 4 days. So now I am at my desk, thinking. It’s 4:30 am.

As soon as I start feeling a little less stuffy and healthier, I go out all night and ruin it all. Friday met up with Mike, Brooke, and Jeff at Mugs for some beers and burgers. Then to an art opening (which means drinking beer in a gallery rather than in a bar). Then to a couple bars. Saturday felt like shit, stayed in. Sunday, felt great, go figure. That night, go out til 3:30. Here I am again, totally stuffed up and unmotivated. I guess I put off some shit til tommorrow.

This is where the magic happens. It’s warming up, I am hacking up some pretty thick spit out of my lungs, I got some shit off in the mail today. I think maybe I am experiencing a new surge in productivity. I hope so anyhow. I was at the post office today which is always a diasaster. There is a TV mounted on the wall that was mostly transmitting static and breif bits of who wants to be a millionaire. After 10 minutes I reached up and turned it off and the place was much more peaceful. I expected the whole place to erupt in applause, but no-one even looked at me. Then I got home and showed my roommate the stamps I just purchased. She said this in response: “Ooh, those are nice, where’d you get those.” then, “How much did they cost?” I had to restrain myself.

Rented a car last Friday and went out to Ikea to get some stuff for the house, the main item being a new bed. After putting all that stuff together with tiny wrenches supplied in the boxes, we went out with some of Jennie’s crew. First to a bar, then to a party. It was in this loft and it was all decorated like a bad version of the Real World. It was lived in by some young corparte types, we spent most of the night making fun of their decorating choices, which probably made us more gay than them. We got up earlier than we usually would on Saturday and got all ready to go up to Palenville for NYE. A bunch of my people booked some rooms in this crazy “lodge” which was really a place that some Romanian family owns as a getaway for their friends and family. We figured that the paint had barely dried in the rooms we were staying in. I wish I could describe it better, but there was just too much happening and right now it seems undescribable. Now I am back home and of course I am sick.