I'm feeling oddly inpired today. Also slightly, dare I say, optimistic...about nothing in particular. It must be a sign of the apocalypse.

My mood isn't the only sign of impending doom. This weekend I was also unusually...*gasp*...social. I worked at the Hellstaurant both Friday and Saturday night, and after my Saturday night shift, I actually went out with some of the servers. I've worked with these people for nine months and have never opted to spend time with them outside of work, so it was strange, but I had a really great time. One of the servers I've actually known for years, have worked with him in the past and he was also an aquaintance of Sam's, so we often found ourselves in the same circles. He told me he'd forgotten how much fun I could be, which I'm choosing to take as a compliment, and to be honest, I suppose sometimes even I can forget such a thing.

After drinking until four am I figured I'd be completely wiped on Sunday, but for some godforsaken reason I was awake and about at nine. The beautiful weather drove me out of doors almost immediately, so I walked the dogs and headed to Best Buy to buy the new Sugarcult CD that, *sigh*, isn't out until NEXT month. Yes, I'm a fool. And since I really wanted some new DVDs and I'm too impatient to wait until next week when Freaks and Geeks comes out, I bought the third season of Buffy. Then I headed over to the CD section to pick up some random tunes and left the store with Kittie, The Vines, and The Get Up Kids, and holy shit I could not have picked out worse music. I seem to be in some sort of music rut where everything I buy is complete and total crap. Can't say that EXACTLY, I guess, since the Enhanced Weezer Blue Album was released last week so not only did I get to jam to all of my old favorites, I got to hear Susanne for the first time. The DVD was totally worth it as well. I love the Keep Fishin' video (anything with the Muppets kicks ass), and of course love the El Scorcho and the Good Life videos. And all the live coverage. Yeah, I was in Weezer heaven.

Then I came home and flipped through practically every AP magazine I own. Looking for ideas. Just trying to figure out what it would be like to...ahem...work there. That's all. Then I flipped through them again, this time looking for grammatical errors. That was fun. Then I flipped through again, looking for more ideas.

So after daydreaming about editing and writing at a place that doesn't publish state codes and federal government human resources documents (my personal favorite) I headed to my parents' to work on the resume and chat with the family, checked on my grandmother, then left because I'd been conned into going to Bingo with Jessica and...well...needless to say I wasn't too thrilled about the prospect. I hate Bingo. But then, wonder of wonder...miracle of miracles...my sisters decided to join us. I've invited them to dozens of parties, concerts, movies, gatherings...and what do they decide to take me up on? Bingo. ?? I can't even work with that one.

We actually had an ok time, though my sleep deprivation started to catch up with me about halfway through and coffee was not helping. I headed home, talked to Young Jeff for a bit (wish I knew sweeties like him when I was his age), watched some Buffy, and went to bed entirely too late.

And yet, the sleep deprivation has worked wonders for me. Only hours ago I had a major lightbulb moment, and I'm completely psyched about it. I had a great idea, and have been ruminating and writing notes and outlines for the last hour. The final product may really get me in the door.

My conclusion?

WORK + BEER - SLEEP + BINGO WITH OLD LADIES + BAD MUSIC + BUFFY - MORE SLEEP + DISCUSSION WITH A BOY WITH A CRUSH ON YOU WHO IS WAY TOO YOUNG FOR YOU = PURE GENIUS.

Trust me, it totally works.