Listening to: that Bjork song ("I go through a list...")

Coming down (or should I say "off of"?) Vegas was one of the hardest things. I think I lost my mind until sometime yesterday. Like, "What color is that traffic signal?" kind of crazy. I had a usual bizarre plane ride home, my boss was mad at me, and there was some insane drama with a student that simultaneously put me on the verge of a nervous breakdown and somehow led me back again to the highest high. But the paranoid thoughts I was having in Vegas weren't exactly off base and a few dreams on my birthday might have shown me a new direction. In other words, my strange mood had a purpose, and the whole Vegas thing was exactly what I needed, only I didn't know it for sure until today. So last night I drank tequila and played pool for the first time in a while. It was nice. I had a surprise evaluation today that went pretty badly. We will find out soon enough. At least I know I am where I am supposed to be right now, whether it gets me into trouble or not. The law really isn't the point, and either are the rules. I just ran a half a mile. Go figure. Tonight is not a work night. Tonight is watch The Simpsons and eat breakfast food night. So hello. (Pssst, just wait for the dreams.)