Danny G's week in review.
I started the week tired from staying out stupidly late for karaoke, and I've remained tired for most of the week. Were I physically or psychologically capable of going to sleep at 10, maybe this could have been corrected. But here we are.
This was a week of mild socialization. Chinese food and the perpetual argument with AC on Monday. Caught an OK play with more friends than I expected on Wednesday. Last night a small group gathered to witness and mourn the final episode of Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip, the year's best show.
This was a week of waiting for contact that never happened. My condo's buzzer, like many other people's in my building, is broken. I've tried again and again to get it fixed, but the only people I have to call are the property management people, who when they answer the phone at all refer me to technicians and firms who I've yet to see any evidence exist. It's been a long week of phone tag and still having to go downstairs to let people in.
And there's the other thing. June is a terrible month to try and build a relationship with a wedding caterer, yet I try just the same. Everyone gets so excited that I've gone out with this girl twice: sure, it's huge for me, having not dated in the last 5 years, but in an everyday context things are moving mind-numbingly slowly. It's hard not to get disheartened when days, weeks can go by where I hear nothing from her. I want to believe it's going well, but the occasional sign from her would help that no end.
Friends' dramas are going poorly. I've got at least two friends in unpleasant situations that seem to be deteriorating rapidly, and there doesn't seem to be anything I can do but wait for the collapse and try to help them out of the rubble. However that will work. It's a strained metaphor, not a battle plan.
It hasn't been a good week. It hasn't exactly been a bad week, there were amusing diversions most days, and while Studio 60 is gone we've had some time to prepare for it... but it hasn't been a good week either. I want something positive to happen. Something righteous. I want to go to bed thinking "It's been a good day" rather than dwelling on negative thoughts like "Will there ever be a show that good again? Or is Aaron Sorkin done with TV?" or "Will this bed always be this empty? 'Cause it feels like it will."
Is that asking too much? I'm not asking to win the lottery, here, I just want something to feel excited about. I want to see good things on the horizon, but everything feels too far away.
And that's my week. How was yours?
"I loved you for your beauty, that doesn't make a fool of me.
You were in it for your beauty too."
-Leonard Cohen
I started the week tired from staying out stupidly late for karaoke, and I've remained tired for most of the week. Were I physically or psychologically capable of going to sleep at 10, maybe this could have been corrected. But here we are.
This was a week of mild socialization. Chinese food and the perpetual argument with AC on Monday. Caught an OK play with more friends than I expected on Wednesday. Last night a small group gathered to witness and mourn the final episode of Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip, the year's best show.
This was a week of waiting for contact that never happened. My condo's buzzer, like many other people's in my building, is broken. I've tried again and again to get it fixed, but the only people I have to call are the property management people, who when they answer the phone at all refer me to technicians and firms who I've yet to see any evidence exist. It's been a long week of phone tag and still having to go downstairs to let people in.
And there's the other thing. June is a terrible month to try and build a relationship with a wedding caterer, yet I try just the same. Everyone gets so excited that I've gone out with this girl twice: sure, it's huge for me, having not dated in the last 5 years, but in an everyday context things are moving mind-numbingly slowly. It's hard not to get disheartened when days, weeks can go by where I hear nothing from her. I want to believe it's going well, but the occasional sign from her would help that no end.
Friends' dramas are going poorly. I've got at least two friends in unpleasant situations that seem to be deteriorating rapidly, and there doesn't seem to be anything I can do but wait for the collapse and try to help them out of the rubble. However that will work. It's a strained metaphor, not a battle plan.
It hasn't been a good week. It hasn't exactly been a bad week, there were amusing diversions most days, and while Studio 60 is gone we've had some time to prepare for it... but it hasn't been a good week either. I want something positive to happen. Something righteous. I want to go to bed thinking "It's been a good day" rather than dwelling on negative thoughts like "Will there ever be a show that good again? Or is Aaron Sorkin done with TV?" or "Will this bed always be this empty? 'Cause it feels like it will."
Is that asking too much? I'm not asking to win the lottery, here, I just want something to feel excited about. I want to see good things on the horizon, but everything feels too far away.
And that's my week. How was yours?
"I loved you for your beauty, that doesn't make a fool of me.
You were in it for your beauty too."
-Leonard Cohen
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you should keep a notepad by your bed so you can write down your dreams. at least, that is what i am into!
you should definitely do the ghost walk and tell me everything!! when i go back to calgary i REALLY want to go to the deane house.
that comic was so rad! thanks for sharing it