residual clean up

i'm so tired.

last week was pure hell. i worked last weekend. then i worked 12 - 15 hour days. willingly, don't get me wrong. and i was enjoying the mad rush and the intensity. but things didn't always go right. and things very often went wrong. and dealing with red tape is such a pain in the ass when all you really want to do is make a website work. and i dreamed html. and i dreamed phone calls with clients. i had nightmares. it was that stressful. and everytime i thought it was over. it was not over. i left friday finally at 9:30 only to have phone calls waiting at home. and even then it wasn't over. i came home to another call. and i had to go in the following morning at 10. and now , it's basically over with just the residual clean up.

in two years i have never truly gotten stressed about this job. i rarely gripe about it. i don't think about it to death when i'm not here. sometimes i lag in things to do or fall off the straight and narrow. and sometimes the work comes in in a rush and i'm a little stressed and i'm challenged. but in general, i just like what i do. and i enjoy the production work and the building and the making things work and the learning, even though i'm stubborn about my learning styles.

but this past week. it was all about the stress and the nightmares and the thinking about it when i went home.

but ...friday. i thought i was shot. that i was ruined for fun, despite how badly i wanted to have fun. but ..once i got to porn-e-okie. .. i had a glass of margarita. i was surrounded by a bunch of people i like. and then! then! the porn and the singing! the porn was the sickest, grossest most wrong porn. and the singing wasn't like most karaoke nights where secretly everybody leads a double life as a professional singer. there were some *bad* and some good singers. jamie did patsy cline and she both can sing and is just the cutest thing. and she doesn't realize how she's the cutest thing, so that's double charming. and jillian manages to get everyone on stage during other peoples songs and i love htat. we sang Respect (how funny to be singing sock-it-to-me-sock-it-to-me while behind us. literally. somebody is socking it to somebody. hohoho)

oh. and can i just say:

CLOWN PORN!

clown porn rocks my socks.

but aside from the FABULOUS clown porn. there was a lot of sick wrong porn that involved elephantitis of parts. and really awful things coming out of unmentionable places and enemas and oh. just very wrong things.

it was brilliant. we also joined jillians friend on stage for Fame. and the organizer at the end for Amazing Grace. (imagine 10 people singing Amazing Grace while some awful porn action is taking place behind. hilarity. beauty. fabulousness)

saturday i ended up back at work. exhausted. hungover. then went home and slept from 2 til 6. after some hours spent piddling around and hanging out with my dogboy. i went out dancing. sunday i slept for 12 hours and that was so needed. i cleaned my room. (yay for cleaning) . and then went to see Chicks on Speed and Le Tigre. the crowd full of SUCH CUTE PEOPLE. the cutest girls. the bouncinest music. i bounced and bounced some more.

and now. here i am. back at work. doing the residual cleanup.

and . i could sleep another 12 hours.

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