My weekend
Should be an easy week. No Reporting I, No one to check on me and see that I haven't started writing my feature. Have a stupid Japanese "oral performance" (*snicker*) on Weds but other than that... in the clear.

I accomplished nothing and a half this weekend. And it was lovely. But the whole time there were things I COULD be doing or SHOULD be doing so I felt a bit disconcerted and empty doing otherwise. I've got a co-dependent relationship with my workload. How dysfunctional.

Friday night Justin and I went not-dancing at the ballroom club. We went to sign ourselves in and ended up talking to a couple we met at the Fetish party. Afterwards, Charles taught me to salsa. It was worth going for the hour we stayed.

Annnnnd I SLEPT. A lot. A lot of Friday night and more last night. I ran a few errands on Saturday and started my Xmas shopping.

It's strange, this year is the first holiday season in almost three winters that I haven't been affected by SAD. I wonder if I'm getting used to it here. It makes it much easier not to be a scrooge even though I still resent capitalist consumerism and the stupid gift-centric holiday imagery. I'm actually getting into the holiday spirit.

But I keep having the gut urge to go back to Montana. I've spent the last three new years there in the dry snow getting nosebleeds and cozying in front of fireplaces. I LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT. And I want to go back to that house on Rodney street and sit at the top of the hill looking at the solstice moon. Last year Bev and I spent a good hour talking in the sauna and then went out on the porch under the full moon and did yoga naked in the snow for as long as we could take it. It was bliss!

Things change, and it might be a while before I see Bev again. And winter montana, especially if I go abroad. Sad. I guess sacrifices have to be made.

Not that I don't want to go to the tropics; I do! But I'm unable to convince myself that I'm ACTUALLY going. All I know is that my stomach is pulling me back to Montana saying eagerly, "it's that time of year!"

So, the point is, I started my Christmas shopping and did a bit of it at the Holiday Market in the Fairgrounds.

Saturday night I got ceremoniously trashed at Raechel's party. I don't think I've been that drunk in a while... or ever.... but I can recall one other incident where I was drinking out of a vodka bottle without tasting it. Acckkk, I'm such a lush when given the (rarely appealing/ occurring) opportunity. I hope I didn't hump anyone.

Someone shot 5 gigs worth of video of the party. I just remember yelling, "I'M NOT ASHAMED!!!" But I can't think what I might have been talking about. Uh oh.

In any case, it was well into the night before Justin and I were sober enough to come home to our bed. I had to sleep at the party for a bit to detox and people were warm and accomodating. It's nice to have safe friends :)

All told, I slept for a good three hours between 12 and 4 AM and got home at 4 to find myself not the only one awake on ICQ. So I didn't come to bed for another 45 minutes and then slept till noon.WhenI woke up I was still pretty hung over so Justin and I laid around for an hour and a half, then got up and ate something. While he took a shower, I went back to sleep...Till 3PM. Ahhh. YUM.

And today I actually accomplished SOME things. Went to a Voice meeting, finished some shopping. Talked to people. Made dinner. Good enough for me but I feel strangely empty without volumes of homework.

Oh well, sometimes slacking is a good thing. Now, to bed before the hour is too late.