Sleepy, sleepy

Total sleep over the last 24 hours: 3.5 hours.

Overall feeling: Freshly warmed dead.

Last night right after work I went and met with 'the people' about the short horror/zombie film. The get together only lasted about an hour but I was weirded out about meeting new people and having to...I don't know...present myself to them, particularly while zoned out and twitching on TheraFlu. In the end though, it all worked out nicely. It's sounding more and more like an insanely fun project and I'm really looking forward to it. Shooting for it starts the weekend after I get back from L.A. which works out perfectly for me.

After that I went for dinner and a drink. This left me feeling warm, fuzzy, and full adding to my sleepiness. I was, of course, pumped full of adrenaline (and cold medicine) so I couldn't just go home and go to sleep.

We went to Safeway and got the goods to make some mean mudslides. Got back to the house and I drank a beer while waiting for the mudslides to make themselves (I guess.) In the end we all went to a late showing of Brokeback Mountain. And can I just say - HOLY SHIT! By far the hottest thing I've seen since The Secretary. I didn't know who I wanted to fuck more, Heath or Jake and I'm sure that if they were both thrown together....well.

So I get home around 1:00 amish. I was trying to wait a little bit before coming home because Josh was selling merch at the A Single Second cd release and didn't have a ride back to my place. He thought he'd be done around 12, but apparently not. Finally I gave up around 2 and jumped in bed to watch another movie (Must Love Dogs) and he calls for a ride. I tell him it's too late. He says he'll try other people and will call me back. He calls me about 45 minutes later from a friends house and says he's going to stay with her and for me not to worry about letting him in. Sounds good to me. I give up on the movie around 3:30 and pass out.

6:15 am the phone starts ringing off the hook. I ignore it the first 10 times. Once I get up and look at the caller id. I don't recognize the number. I go back to bed. It rings again. I finally grab the phone and look again and this time I notice that it says PAYPHONE along with the number and I'm thinking, "Great, who is in jail?"

I answer and Josh is on the line, more incredibly fucked up than I have ever heard him. He goes back and forth between crying and panicking. I finally get the story out of him: He ended up drinking something like a whole bottle of vodka with his friend and got the idea to borrow her bike at 4am to go back to my house. He had been riding his bike around town for over 2 hours and could not find it. Apparently he had blacked out somewhere along the way and he has cuts and bruises all over him. He tells me he is at a Valero gas station at the corner of Franklin and Fruitridge. I tell him to turn around and go back down Franklin towards downtown. He says he doesn't know which way downtown is. He says he has asked directions to "36th Ave" and keeps getting lost. Well, I live at the corner of 20th Ave & 36th STREET. I have no clue where 36th Ave is, or if one exists. He starts crying again and I finally agree to go pick him up.

I show up at the gas station in my pajamas and he is doing his best to hold up a bicycle. I lost count of how many times he fell on the ground and just laid there waiting for a car to run him over. After 10 minutes of wrestling with the damn thing I got most of the bike in the trunk of my car and managed to tie it closed with some velcro strap thing that just happened to be in the trunk. He has, previous to this, attempted to remove both wheels from the bike so it's barely holding together anyway.

We get home and he stumbles around for a bit and then passes out on the couch where he has been ever since. I am unable to go back to sleep after all this and now I feel really poopy.

I want a nap but I don't have time. Tonight Lhiannan is having a friend over for a sleepover and so it's time to speed clean the house and get the required girly goods.