Open Bar MMXIV^2: Solace of Quantum

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Had my last exam today (jazz piano), basically done with high school now.
I'm just happy I managed to keep my attendance high enough to get graded in all subjects. Especially after all those days this winter when I was so depressed I felt like dropping out of school entirely. My grades are even quite good.

I'm moving out in August. This is both an exciting and frightening thing.

Congratulations!

[Anna Mae Bollocks]

There's been a lot of WOOT in this thread since I last checked. Congrats all around. 

[East Coast Hustle]

This is the worst my insomnia has been since I was a teenager.

There's only one reasonable course of action left.

The question then becomes: get drunk at the casino or get drunk at the 5 Point?

[Cain]

Speaking as a fellow insomniac, Five Point.  Dive bar > casino, anyway.

[East Coast Hustle]

You're correct, of course. It's just that there are social complications that go along with me showing up at the 5 Point and I'm not sure I'm in the right head space for that. On the other hand, sometimes the wrong head space IS the right head space for that.

I really just want to go to sleep.

I really just want some decent tea.

I really just want a job where I'm not egregiously underpaid to fix everyone else's mistakes including my bosses'.

I really just want the people I look up to to stop dropping dead on me.

I really just want to sing a duet with the St. Johns bridge.

I really just want to win at something that matters.

I really just want to go out on my porch and put two hot ones in my juggalo neighbor's face the next time he starts screaming at his wife.

I really just want to be more Stringer than Avon, but I never will be because when it comes down to it I'm more McNulty than either of them anyway and it wouldn't matter because the inevitable end is the same either way.

I really just want to divorce myself from the tyranny of the ground beneath my feet.

I really just want to get in my explorer and drive down there at the kind of speed that only ever ends in tragedy and wake you from a dead sleep and tell you I was wrong and can't we just hit rewind and skip back past all the ugly stupid shit we did and said and start again from that day we sang karaoke until our voices gave out and then went back to my place and collapsed in a sweaty heap of gin and smeared mascara?

I really really REALLY just want to get some sleep.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Damn.

[Reginald Ret]

Damn.

Seconded.

And here i was going to bitch about my colleague deleting the original excel files his department took weeks to assemble the info for, after making a back-up of his desktop link to the file.

[Junkenstein]

So.

Last night one "Jim" nicked a works van. He's been caught by the police and this has somehow become my problem to fix.

The list of problems currently includes:

"Jim" has no drivers license
"Jim" had unknown number of others with him.
Others had a variety of sharp and stabby things.
Others had a consignment of narcotics
"Jim" appears to have "stolen" van from other employee.

And that's just what I've been able to find out. According to the duty officer, it's worse.

[trippinprincezz13]

Villager has told her BFF that if her toy is around, we aren't.

Just remembered another one. He called me a window licker too.

Seriously, WTF. It's one thing for friends to rip on each other a bit in jest, but if you're just meeting your friend/fuck buddy's (best) friends, you'd think you'd want to get a feel for the group and at least try to make a decent impression. And while I think trying to pull it off when just meeting people is still a bit risky, at least try to be witty about it. What a douche. At least Villager made it clear to her friend what kind of impression that guy made. You don't need to deal with that shit.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

She was pretty ambivalent about him after about a month but the weekend solidified her opinion of him. A couple of weeks ago she randomly texted me and thanked of for not being a guy who makes chauvanist comments.

[Doktor Howl]

This is the worst my insomnia has been since I was a teenager.

There's only one reasonable course of action left.

The question then becomes: get drunk at the casino or get drunk at the 5 Point?

Benzos.  They've been working pretty well for me.  1-2 mg/night, and I'm out like a light, with no hangover.

[EK WAFFLR]

This is the worst my insomnia has been since I was a teenager.

There's only one reasonable course of action left.

The question then becomes: get drunk at the casino or get drunk at the 5 Point?

Benzos.  They've been working pretty well for me.  1-2 mg/night, and I'm out like a light, with no hangover.

Truth, right here. Benzos are super!

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

So.

Last night one "Jim" nicked a works van. He's been caught by the police and this has somehow become my problem to fix.

The list of problems currently includes:

"Jim" has no drivers license
"Jim" had unknown number of others with him.
Others had a variety of sharp and stabby things.
Others had a consignment of narcotics
"Jim" appears to have "stolen" van from other employee.

And that's just what I've been able to find out. According to the duty officer, it's worse.

Wait whyyyy is this your problem? Shouldn't it be a police problem?

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

You're correct, of course. It's just that there are social complications that go along with me showing up at the 5 Point and I'm not sure I'm in the right head space for that. On the other hand, sometimes the wrong head space IS the right head space for that.

I really just want to go to sleep.

I really just want some decent tea.

I really just want a job where I'm not egregiously underpaid to fix everyone else's mistakes including my bosses'.

I really just want the people I look up to to stop dropping dead on me.

I really just want to sing a duet with the St. Johns bridge.

I really just want to win at something that matters.

I really just want to go out on my porch and put two hot ones in my juggalo neighbor's face the next time he starts screaming at his wife.

I really just want to be more Stringer than Avon, but I never will be because when it comes down to it I'm more McNulty than either of them anyway and it wouldn't matter because the inevitable end is the same either way.

I really just want to divorce myself from the tyranny of the ground beneath my feet.

I really just want to get in my explorer and drive down there at the kind of speed that only ever ends in tragedy and wake you from a dead sleep and tell you I was wrong and can't we just hit rewind and skip back past all the ugly stupid shit we did and said and start again from that day we sang karaoke until our voices gave out and then went back to my place and collapsed in a sweaty heap of gin and smeared mascara?

I really really REALLY just want to get some sleep.

Listen, mister. You're starting to sound awful familiar, and I have a suspicion that when you wax poetic your head is getting really dirty inside, and not in a good way.

As a lifelong insomniac and master of sleep disorders, I have found this shit that is fucking amazing. I've mentioned it before, but I'll mention it again just in case. Two pills; 5-HTP (I take 100 mg, you'll probably need 200 mg because you're a giant) and 400 mg SAM-e. They aren't cheap, you can expect to pay $40/month for them even if you get them cheap online, and twice as much at local stores, but they work. One of each every morning. Unlike benzos (which I was on before, that or drink myself to sleep, or both) it's safe to drink while you're on them and they don't fuck up your dream cycle.

I take them in the morning and during the day I'm less neurotic, and at night I go to sleep and then, MIRACLE OF FUCKING MIRACLES, I usually stay asleep until morning. I've never experienced such a thing in my entire life. This is why you no longer see the 2 and 3 am posts from me anymore. 

[LMNO]

Does anyone else have trouble reconciling the idea that everything that makes us happy is pretty superficial and all of the horror is incredibly visceral and fundamental?

Is it just me?

Yeah, I have trouble reconcliling the fact that what makes us happy is superficial.

I would counter that BEING happy isn't superficial in the slightest, so whatever seemingly insignificant thing is causing that happiness is actually quite important.