This would have been a longer post, but I lost my password and spent too much time trying to guess. It’s 4:54 and I have a conference call at 5. I’ll do what I can.
I’m utterly tired. I have that feeling where my eyelids are burning on the inside and I want to rub them with my fists like a little kid. But, strange as it may sound, I feel okay. I mean, other than really tired. Sometimes when I’m tired I feel like I want to cry, but I don’t have that today.
It’s well-earned fatigue. Damon and I went out last night to get Em and Lo to sign their book for me and Sarah. They’re the fantastic sex advice columnists on Nerve.com, should anyone see this. Anyway, we hit it off and wound up spening the whole evening with them. We shut down the Local, doing karaoke until 2am. Actually, I watched, but everyone else sang. Damon and Matt Horgan did Islands in the Stream, while Em and Lo did Steal My Sunshine. A great time was had all the way around.
But now I’m tired.
And I haven’t even begun to get into packing. Since I’m moving to DC. I took a new job with AOL and I’ve already started — working from afar. I think I’ll like it, although I feel more lost than found right now. And I’m not looking forward to being separated from Damon for about three months, give or take.
Daniel left for Chicago Sunday night and I cried in front of a bunch of people.
jaysaint 