mtp

summer hours at work mean i get to work 3 hours less and make $75 less, so i'm not really a huge fan of them. i begrudgingly left early friday afternoon and saw a voicemail from andy. i waited for the lincoln bus and listened and he sounded odd. why he sounded weird, i would soon learn, is because he was calling to tell me that one of my heroes/ favourite people ever had died. i was standing on sedgwick and just was stunned and totally figured he was playing a completely inappropriate joke on me and called him back angrily. "NOT FUNNY" but, as we all know. wasn't a joke at all. i went home and watched all of my favourite newsmen and women cry on air. yea maybe i cried a bit too.

i watched meet the press every sunday, woke up naturally, ate a bagel, had some coffee and tune in. it's so sad and unexpected and i am totally weepy about it at times. especially when i see the above photo (so why not blog it!) luke russert, the fathead legacy is now on you. don't fuck it up.

that put me in a bit of a mood, you could say. i cleaned and packed my first box saturday, but it exhausted me. andy came over, we did stuff, i was stressed out and sad and the large iced coffee, large black eye (iced coffee with two shots of espresso) and sugar free red bull wasn't waking me up or cheering me up. we took a walk around lincoln square, to our new place, got cakes at selmarie it was lovely. i was totally cheered up. cut to 6am and i still couldnt fall asleep. and i was back to CRANKYTOWN.

you know what FUCKING SUCKS. when you cannot sleep and your boyfriend sleeps like a log. snoring, taking up the bed and stealing the covers, and you just lay there and damn him to hell. that was me saturday. i just wanted sleep sooo badly. i got about 3hrs of sleep, woke up in time for meet the press (sob) and watched tom brokaw cry on air. then we went to glenn's for a most delicious meal and shoppe din lakeview and went to target. on our way to target andy was cut off, TWICE, by some punk kid and got uber pissed. then it dawned on me (weird timing, whatever) how much i love this dude. how did this happen, seriously. it's glorious.