you have no scars on yr face

Last night I repeatedly tried to post an update. Sadly, I don't know how to use my computer machine. Ahoy ahoy.
The life update---the Black Crowes were 3 times awesome. I got home high as a kite but all I'd been ingesting was adult beverages. High on the scene, man. Like whoa. And I'd even sobered up from the most slobby I'd been. Which was described as "2 steps forward, 1 step back." I'm fairly sure I was randomly hugging people. Some of them I may have known-tho I cannot prove this to be the case. It was great. The music was totally cosmic, there wasn't room to think it was too loud and pulsing. Also there were pretty flashing colors. I tried to sneak up to near the front, non-chalant wandered closer to the stage but the usher beasts caught me and I had to pretend I didn't realize row U was farther than 6 rows back...So close! So far!
Then after the show me and many others stood in the alley for some reason. Barefoot. I was barefoot in the alley not 3 feet from trash cans and God knows what. Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time. We were trying to get things signed I guess. I think it was possible I might've been able to weasle my way backstage if my inclination had been strong to do so-but I was in the wrong place when that moment opened up. This is fine-as I would've probably only had something real intelligent to say like "I dig what you do."
Friday-while I deserved a hangover I got far worse than that. I truly and fully believed that if I died it would be a mercy. Stupid lady issues. I managed to crawl into the living room-took only 45 minutes to get there from my bedroom (imagine that)-and took some pain killers. Then another 30 minutes to get back. SUCKED! Curled up in bed, fell asleep and I thought I'd been out for half an hour when the phone rang-I'd been out for 5 hours. And missed work. I was almost a human person again by then tho.
The big news of this week is that I will be traveling and staying it ATL alone. Such is alone-I'm staying at a youth hostel-as 5 strangers are better to share a room than 2 that are known to me. But I'll have my truck. No more of that being at the whims of another for my travel. Should mean I'll get to be home on Saturday night. You see, I just don't care to spend Saturday in ATL with nothing to do (sure, there'd be SOMETHING but I can come home and do what I want. I do what I want.)
When finally I got the nerve to say that the pre-arranged plans just simply wouldn't do it was less than 2 weeks from the event. One of the two had an attack and said she just wouldn't go then. She even gave up the room to others that are going but had a less decent priced lodging arranged. Then before the day was over she'd changed her mind and thought it feasible to travel with only 2 as opposed to 3. But she'd given up the room. Wouldn't that be as bad or worse than what I did? Her excuse was she couldn't afford it with one less person sharing the cost. I'm confused, because it's not something I've ever experienced-married girl with an assistantship probably has per month to live on what I make in 4 and I can afford it but she can't. I get tired thinking about the class differences within that tiny department and how much more work it is for me because of that assistantship I don't have-not really want but still I don't have it and I always sort of want what I do not have. Aye-but I have SO much more fun. It's not really comparable I don't think. I'm going to live before I die. They're just going to have more spending money. Until graduation-when they have no money and no job and I still have employment.
Winter will soon lead to very little work at the office. The law shuts down during the holiday season. I just need $100/$150 a week to get by on for that time-some bill paying cash is all. The rest will come out one way or the other I am sure. It is a bit terrifying that I have bills up and down and possibly no income at all during the month of December. I'd rather not take a job as one of Santa's Elves to make ends meet if I can avoid it. Let's just cross our fingers that doesn't happen....as we all know how I feel about small children.
All of this has successfully killed a bit of time. I have to clean up the house, do some laundry maybe study a bit. Then early this afternoon it's off to 21st for Bocktoberfest. I'm getting there early whilst there may still be a parking space. I would ride the bus except that it is possible the event will go later than the buses and that would SUCK. A cabride from the West side-approx $30. I don't think so. Oh how I would love to ride the bus, tho, and not battle parking or worry about drinking and all that. Oh well....such is life.