"You Looked Stressed"

Last night I went out to dinner with Krista. My day started at 7am, woke up, worked till 415, came home, changed, ran to the museums and back, showered, got ready, went to dinner, ate with Krista, had a drink at Lizzie O'Neils, saw her off, studied for a couple hours, did laundry, she came over.

The funny thing is that she said "you looked stressed" when I saw her. I was stressed, it's been a fucking long summer. But I'm rarely stressed when I'm with her. She helps me forget about all the other stuff, for at least a little while, which is an absolute blesssing. I can't begin to say how grateful I am for that.

So when I woke up this morning, I took a shower, washed the sleep out of my eyes, went to brush my teeth and looked in the mirror. Man I look old. I feel like I look like in the past two months I've taken up smoking 2 packs a day and washing each cigarette down with a shot of Jack. I mean, my complexion has gone from decent to old-manish in just a little while. My face looks a little gaunt, I'm not gonna lie. I haven't been outside all that much, so I don't have much of a tan. My hair is too long, and I shave a helluva lot less than normal. I need to get this overwith so I can return to my youthful self. The 5 hours (average) of sleep I get a night is not cutting it. The staring at a computer screen 6 or 7 hours a night isn't helping. The 40-50 hours a week at a deadend job certainly aren't helping. Man I can't wait for school to start.

"I don't feel like dancing."
The Comas Dirty South-only because I'm on my way there.