bleh

What do you do the morning after being up really late and drinking a lot, when you can't sleep anymore, but are too groggy to actually do anything productive??
Ug ug ug.

I don't feel at all hung over, I'm just sore in all my leg joints for some reason (probably too much standing-- I still have trouble with that, though I could walk or jog or run or skate all day, standing hurts even with orthotic inserts). I can't face puttering around cleaning. I tried to do some more embroidery designs, but I can't think that hard. I thought about doing some sewing but I can't face that either.
Bleh! I hate wasting time.


I did have a lovely time last night. I wonder if Dewey is really human. Everyone else was getting a little bit yawny, and there she was scaling a chain link fence to run a lap of a quarter mile track in her boots. Then she had a cigarette.
Really?
Yes.
What?
I don't know either.

My house could hold more people, but only if they didn't like each other. People kept congregating in one room or the other. I was glad to see the people who showed up. I hadn't expected people who were neither rookies nor Knockouts to show up, but I had secretly hoped. At least Lizzie came. It was really nice to get to speak to some people I never really got to talk to on skates. (It's different, on skates.) And I was really amused when Lizzie had managed to steer the idle conversation firmly toward genitalia within about five minutes of showing up. Good old reliable Lizzie.

And I was right that it was good for a few laughs to put up the printouts I have of our first season team portraits. Oh, Crashanova! Dulce Matadora! We remember you! Oh! I miss everyone who's gone. I miss some of the innocence. But I don't miss how really awful I was at skating. It is really nice to have been around the block a few times as well, and not have everything be so dazzlingly new.

Oh, I think some of my problem may be that I'm starving. Nngh, I need to summon the energy to make breakfast of some sort. Man I'm bad at thinking today.
edit: Now I remember why I was going to post an entry. (I keep doing that, opening up the post box and then coming back to it and scratching my head and writing something lame.)
I was awakened by the Star-Spangled Banner this morning, and am currently being entertained by a marching band alternating between The Imperial March and Eye Of The Tiger.
It's fucking fantastic. Thank you, boys' Catholic high school in my front yard. Please now move your SUV out of my driveway.