so sleepy

i went out last night with a co-worker. there is quite possibly nothing funnier than me in a college-cowboy bar. i mean that in a good way, mostly. i always have fun, but i stand out like a sore thumb. i never have enough eye shadow on, or enough boob on display!

i was there to stay sober enough to drive my co-worker, M, home. no, seriously. i was the designated driver! it's true i had a few beers, but they were the beers on special (they cost a measly quarter!), which are really only half a very flat beer in a plastic cup. the second i thought i started feeling tipsy i quit and two hours later we left. M was there to kind-of-sort-of meet up with a girl he is maybe dating. this "relationship" has been fraught with the sort of drama i normally only find on old episodes of degrassi junior high. frankly, as much as i like M, i hate hate hate hearing about this girl and him analyze everything she's every said/done in his presence. i approach dating in a very different way from M, and he's young and stubborn and loves to ask for my advice and then completely ignore it. it's frustrating for both of us. the most i can do anymore is just listen to him, avoid giving him a direct answer when he asks what i think, and remind him that he really is a very nice, handsome, sweet man, and someday he'll meet a woman who feels the same way about him as he does her. M is romantic and optimistic and i don't want him to lose that. the more bitter you are, the worse kinds of people you attract. plus, no matter how pretty this girl is (and she is extra-cute) she's sort of a jerk and he just doesn't get it. he lets her act like a jerk and then decides that he must have done something to deserve it. aargh!

wait, wait, wait. i didn't want to talk about M and his girl troubles. i wanted to talk about having fun with my friends (two of my girlfriends met us at the cowboy bar), how surreal it was to be the sober, responsible one, and how i got to sleep at two and woke up at five. yes, five a.m. i was up for another hour after that, fell back asleep around six, woke back up at seven-thirty to pee and then was full on wide awake at eight. whoo! needless to say, today at work was sort of painful. i will stand by my theory that for me no sleep is worse than a hangover, but that anything can be cured by bacon. with that in mind, today at lunch i ate a teensy bacon cheeseburger from a certain king who might or might not sell burgers. it was just the thing i needed to restore my will to live. dear bacon, i love you. in fact, i might have to create a t-shirt in your honor.

tomorrow i've got the day off! this weekend i plan on doing nothing but making more and more freezer paper stencils. my whole live right now revolves around finding things to stencil. up next, more shirts and a few funny tea towels. oh, and more bibs.
the lil kraken needed some frowny eyes.