life. As I said in a text message to Daniel, I cannot count the number of times I’ve proclaimed/exclaimed/muttered/wanted to yell/scream the word “fuck” over the (now) last four days. I’ve had fun, not the kind of fun you want when you’re about to leave town, but the kind of fun that makes you want to leave as soon as possible. In short, everything almost went horribly wrong. Several times. But it worked out. All of my stuff/household goods/personal effects are now in storage; my cat has been adopted out and is now at home with her new owners; The apartment is empty, and I’ve almost finished the cleaning; and I am temporarily homeless. Yay! Not quite. I have friends to stay with till Thursday, when I get the hell out of this city.
Many, many thanks to Ben, for his help, assistance, and much patience over the last two days. Many, many thanks to Craig and Sarah, and to Cyndi and Aranaya, for letting me impose on them at short notice.
I’m tired. I think I’ve had roughly 22 hrs sleep over the last four nights. Honestly, I had a ball on Friday night. T’was good to catch up with some of those there, and interesting to watch as some avoided others, and me. Despite the huge crowd at the opening, there were a few notable no-shows, and that didn’t really bother me until about 3am Sunday morning, as I tried failed to get to sleep. It’s not worth naming the list, but I will say that I’m really sick of my sister’s excuses for never getting to (any of) my exhibitions. I also wish Clay could have been there. Four sleeps, and counting.. Christ, I’m pathetic. I miss him.
Oh, oh, note to Daniel: ben told me about (and will pass on contact info for) a guy who may be very useful, in regards to your shiny new idea. When I find out more, I’ll let you know.
I should sleep. G’night, kiddies, play nice.