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Future Past 2009-11-21 - 2:15 a.m. My life is crazy. The line between life and work is inexplicably blurred. Or maybe it's not. Maybe work just dictates priorities in my life and there's no confusion at all. I was at a college potluck tonight with almost entirely people I don't know. And then I went out drinking for a few hours with five of the students whom I had never met before and hadn't even talked to during the potluck. I had fun. But it shines a bit of a crazy light on what my life is. I definitely would not have imagined Friday nights doing a dive bar crawl through Edgewater with college kids. Especially as theoretically a part of my job. I did have fun. I probably accomplished very little in the way of work in any formal sense though. Whatever. It is what it is. I had a good night. I'm fairly drunk. We had a ton of actions today. Lots of strikers on the street. Airport workers at City Hall. And about 500 hotel workers picketing two hotels. That makes four actions in one day. And one blown out voice from the bullhorn. And a college night. So fucking weird. "I waited for you, but I never told you where I was." my last 5 entries:
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