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Well, not really, it's just been the weekend from the very pits of Hades. For starters, I had to work at 6am on Saturday. Yeah, you heard me. To make matters worse, I had been sleeping pretty much 85% of the day on Friday, so when it came time to go to bed, I couldn't, so I planned on just pulling an all-nighter. Easy plan, I was wide awake and had about 6 episodes left of Criminal Minds.

I made it to approximately 4:45am. The alarm went off 15 minutes later. Nothing like an unplanned catnap to make you even more exhausted than you need to be.

Sooooo... after work I kept attempting to make plans with Kris. And by attempt, I mean I picked up the phone and made it as far as 'create new message' and/or 'reply', and passed out. Or just blanked on words and put the phone back down. I seriously just lay on my bed staring at the ceiling. Or the phone, trying to remember how it worked. I was a zombie. A radioactive knife-throwing granny zombie, even.

So, yeah. I have not spoken to him all day today, and I got the feeling that he was getting impatient with me yesterday. Oops. Sorry Kris.

Anyshit, a New Year's re-cap, of what I can remember:
Went to work. Yay. Pretty much wanted to yoke Doogie Howser with his own nametag. He was really getting under my skin that day. But I got over it with the knowledge that there was an array of champagne, chardonnay, and vodka available for my consumption when I got home/when Liz came over. And consume I did

I was already pretty tipsy within ten minutes of one glass of wine. Probably due to chugging instead of sipping. Sipping commenced and continued by myself and Liz at Joe's place while he showered and got dressed and I did my make-up. Then it was off to for our new New Year's tradition of Suckerpunch at Macaroon's (which reminds me, we never made it anywhere near the stage to say hey to Dan. So, hey Dan!).

Began drinking immediately. The blur starts about here. I have no idea what we did there for 5 hours, I just know we were there. I do know that I am the most awesome female ever, because when I use a public restroom, especially when there are other women in line, I do not linger in the stall balancing my checkbook, or whatever the hell these bitches do in there that takes so long. Case in point: There were 90 seconds till midnight when I went to the bathroom, and I still made it back out and had both drinks back in my hand and the countdown was still at 40. Besides that, making out with Liz and publicly discussing my issues with Erik are the only things I remember at the bar. Oh, and I ran into Molly, which was just awesome, considering we met last year at Mac's. It was like coming full circle. Seriously, she's so amazing, and so gorgeous, I have no idea how we put up with the individual that we put up with. Was it really just the singing? I know Frank can bring me to my knees (and who know what I'll do while I'm down there) with his guitar playing, but was M really that good of a singer to mesmerize the common sense out of me? Or was it the alter-ego thing? Friggin rock star on stage, cuddly bear off? I dunno. Weird. Haha, one last thing I remember about the night was the guy next to us that I kept bumping into because balance eluded me, he was cool about it, but his friend was being such a douchenozzle and trying way too hard to get Liz, which was annoying, particularly considering she was making out with Joe all night (That reminds me, exactly how long after I went in the house did Liz come in? And what exactly, occurred during that timespan, or do I even want to know?).

I texted everyone at midnight, and found out some people didn't get it till almost noon, which I blame only on the fact that at least 83% of cell-phone users were also sending mass-texts to people, so the airwaves were probably paralyzed. Oh! Funniest reply came from Frank, who asked if I was drunk. I confirmed, then asked if he was coming to take advantage of me. Haha! Later on, this girl needed food, ASAP, so we went to Hillview. I would have preferred the less-greasy Forestview, but alas, Joe was the DD, and since Forestview is by his place, Hillview made more sense, as it's by my place. There was an incredibly rude patron sitting across from us, who kept commenting too loudly to his table-mate how new year's is an amateur's drinking day, and that's why he stays home (Um, hello, then why are you out, and two of the people at your table came from the same bar as us) and since we were the only drunk people in the area, it was clearly aimed at us. I was too drunk/tired/concerned about eating to reply, but seriously, does it ever occur to people that even professional drinkers might like to let go a little further on New Year's? I'm pretty sure that my birthday, New Year's, and maybe if I'm lucky, Mardi Gras are the only times I get truly blitzed. And even that doesn't happen every year.

Really wasn't sure I was gonna make it through breakfast. At one point my stomach was a little overwhelmed... and the bathroom absolutely reeked of some stank sewage or something, so that didn't help. So I just sat still at the table for a little while, feeling passed. Then we got home and I left Liz and Joe to their business while I went to bed. I think Dani called a few times, dunno if I talked to her or not, I just remember Liz coming in and I still had the phone in my hand. I woke up around 11 but Liz was still sleeping, so I went back to bed. Woke up like every hour for the next 3 or so, then we were both up, so, yeah. Poor Liz was hungover as hell, I was happy as a clam. Hehe. Sorry Liz. Well, I was starving, but other than that, happy.

Then, I pretty much just hung around in bed all day with my episodes of Criminal Minds. And if you saw in my status, I finally had a CM dream, which I was wondering when it was coming, seeing as how for the past week and a half to 2 weeks, I average 5 episodes a night (Like the SVU dreams I used to have). As far as the dream went, I'm not entirely sure of my involvement with the team, but I do know that I was tight with Prentiss, cuz I kept speed-dialing her. How I knew about this, I know not, but they were looking for an unsub who was a cop with an angel of death/hero complex (see also: the guy who shot Garcia). He was tricky, he changed his signature every time, sometimes he'd shoot, sometimes he'd stab, but either way, someone got hurt, sometimes the died, and he'd look like the first responder. So one day I get this phone call, and it's this guy I just gave my number to, and he's talking about how he's on his way to a crime scene, and for some reason, I knew it was their unsub, so I called Prentiss like 378546573 times and tried to play along with the guy, feeding his ego, all about how he was so brave to do his job and I hope he could save someone's life. Then there's a quick scenery change, and I'm standing somewhere along the trail to the Eternal Flame, but it also looks like the 'road' out to this cabin I used to go to out in Marila (I use road loosely because I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be a foot trail, but no one's walkin that far if they're carrying stuff to the cabin). But if I turned around, I was inside what looked like the Boston Aquarium (maybe a subconscious need to go back to Boston?). Someone/something kept trying to throw me into the whale pool (which they don't even have in Boston, not that I recall seeing) but I got all squirrelly and kept escaping from their hold before they could toss me in. Then Prentiss, Morgan, Reid, and I think Rossi were there, and before we could run away, this dude, looking like a mad scientist, kicks down a side door in the lobby, wields what was either an Uzi or the chain gun from Zombie Apocalypse, and demands I go with him. Somehow Morgan manages to come with me, and then we're sitting on this bench, if you will, that is moving in circles around the room. Think the UFO at Darien Lake, but instead of being locked in a cage while circumnavigating the room, you're merely sitting on a chunk of bleachers. The crazy gun-toting guy is reciting poetry, and then asked me of I liked it (Hitchhikers Guide?). Morgan coached me to say I hated it, because this guy was an approval-seeker, and would keep trying to get better, thus giving us more time to figure out what the hell to do. Then I decide that when this moving bench gets close to the guy (it's moving in an elliptical pattern, by the way, not circular), I'm going to stretch my leg out and kick him in the head. To do so, I need Morgan to hold onto me so I don't fall off, and he's trying to call Prentiss, so he's only holding with one hand, but I'm squeezing the life out it. So I stretched out my leg, and....

Woke up.
Why did I wake up, you ask? Because it was 5:37 and I had 8 minutes to be in my car and mobile, because I had fallen back asleep after the 5:15 alarm, and my internal clock only works at the last minute.

Which brings me back to the hell that was my Saturday. What really made that day annoying was that I was scheduled for 6am to do a job that's usually done at 12 or 4pm. Not sure why, especially when it's been established that Malibu does not do 6am shifts. Does NOT. The job is slated for a later hour due to the fact that the necessary materials are not available until later in the day. So I spent at least 3 hours of that day walking around the building trying to get enough stuff to do my damn job, at least another hour helping other people do their work because I was prevented from doing mine, and the remaing 4 struggling to get my work done on time. Thus the crash upon my return home. That job is stressful enough on my full 5 hours of sleep.

Today was a lot better. Well. Meh. Maybe a lot is saying too much. But there was some excellent teamwork happening that I appreciated. Thank you Justin, you rocked today.

In Popmundo news (yes, I am an addict, I can't help it), I have been playing for one full year now. Which is actually amazing, considering that last January I was like, "I don't understand this stupid game, fuck it," but then I gave it one more chance, and it all made sense. Now here I am, a top 2% rated Rock Superstar (top 2% sounds better than ranked #886, especially taking into consideration there are 42141 other Rock bands in the game. We should switch to Country, there're only 1441 of them. Easier to top the charts), married with two beautiful daughters. Wonderful. Hubby and I are trying for #3 (my #3, his #4) once we get off our upcoming world tour - the first one. All the others have been small. A North and South American Tour, a Western European Tour, the Asia and Eastern Europe Tour, etc. Also, the record label I started is doing quite well, we've moved up a LOT on the list of best places to record at, which is just fantastic, because a lot of money went into that. I'm currently in the process of writing interviews for all of the bands on my label, to give to the local newspaper. My character's cousin is the editor of the paper. What else? I opened a second bank account in LA, cuz that's where the other apartment is, and that's gonna be money for the kids when they get older. Okay, I've spent entirely too long talking about this game, I'm fully aware, but it's like a faster, slightly more fun (due to the fact that other people are involved), cooler version of Sims. (Which I'm going to go play in about 10 minutes)

Onto the Erik debacle. I gave both Liz and Joe strict orders not to allow me to call, text, smoke signal, or otherwise attempt contact with him. It didn't work, because at breakfast I texted him repeatedly to tell him how unhealthy he was to my soul. It kinda sucked, but... well. It needed to be done. I'm not sure what it will take for me to be a hundred thousand percent over him, if 'over him' is really the right phrase. Probably not. I've always been 'over him' (even while I was under him, haha), but this is some new shit that I'm very unfamiliar with. It makes me a little nervous. Even hanging out with Kris isn't changing (and I should probably tell him that, if he doesn't see it here first), which is really strange because I like Kris. If Erik came to me tomorrow and was like, Byrd, I'm grown up now, let's make a go of this, I wouldn't leap into his arms... but I might consider it for half a second.

Maybe I've been self-consciously avoiding Kris this weekend because of texting Erik. Creeee-peeeeee.

Well. Whatever. What's done is done. I told him how I really felt, I told him I really shouldn't see him anymore, and all he could say was 'sorry'. So, fuck him and all the other bitches he rode in on.

Now I just gotta get rid of Lewiston. Dude will NOT stop texting and calling. Seriously, when the last time I answered your call was October 22 (yeah, I just consulted the phone for confirmation), and the last text I replied to was.... who knows when, you've GOT to take the hint. The more logical part of me want to call/answer/reply and be like, leave me the fuck alone, but I'm so creeped out and disgusted by him and I can't even bring myself to do that.

I'm actually talking to Liz right now, poor thing needed a recap of New Year's Eve. Like I'm really in a position to do that. Story's full of holes. Anyway, we apparently toasted to being replacement best buds to each other. Nice. Slowly but surely, with what she remembers and what I remember, the entire night will come together. We could just ask Joe, but I can't trust him not to embellish.

Speaking of replacements, this brings me to something that comes directly from Ann Landers herself (if you don't understand the segue, you're not in the loop): "Thank-you notes must be written immediately. If you don't receive an acknowledgment within three months, phone and ask if your gift was received. If the bride and groom are embarrassed, fine. They deserve to be."

Wonder if the person that's directed to will ever get the message... People are getting upset and insulted that it's been two months already without a thank you card.


And on that note. I have some pizza rolls, another ep of Criminal Minds ahead of me, some Sims3 to be played, and sleep to be had. Ciao!