Need anything? Milk...soda...a joint?

"I just want to know if you think I should trust him."
"That's like asking if you should believe in God."


**

I know this feeling, and I hate this feeling.  This is a feeling that has yet to end well.  Worse, this is a feeling that I can't ever seem to learn anything from, despite getting beaten down with it over and over again.

I keep hoping that one day it's going to fucking work.  Maybe this time will be different.  Maybe because this time I still don't know if I want it to be different, it'll thusly be different, and I'll discover that's what I really want.  Maybe the whole process only works when done in reverse.

different is good as long as different is also stunning.

In the past three days, I designed, hung, focused, and teched yet another show.  Yay me!

Last week at work was terrible - I had one really drunk customer I got stuck dealing with, and he was absolutely disgusting.  I really like working at the club - I mean, I get paid to party, essentially - but every now and then I get a customer or a group of customers who are drunk and belligerent and think it's appropriate to scream insults at me as security escorts them out.  All this drama, only because they hadn't paid their bill in full and I had the audacity to point it out.  Sorry, sir, I don't care how often you come here or how much money you spend or how many bottles you order or how you and the manager are BFFs.  You still have to pay, thanks.  And tip.  It's only polite.

Anyway.  Otherwise things are all right.  I had an amazing Greek dinner last night at this teeny place in Hell's Kitchen. Tonight, I plan on going to bed early - I've not been getting a lot of sleep the past week and I really should catch up. 

So, in April I'm thinking of planning a weekend getaway...maybe upstate.  I want to get in the car and drive somewhere I've never been and stay in a cute little place and revitalize myself.  Could be fun, right?