Nothing worse than Saturdays alone.

What a week.

My dad had a serious operation done on Monday and I've been in and out of the hospital helping out. Let me just say that I hate hospitals, but I hate hospital food even more.

He didn't have much of a view from his room. It was the rooftop of another building so we didn't spend much time gazing out the window. We watched lots of Jerry Springer because channel 7 was the only one that worked.

It was also the first week of class after spring break, which is never good. It rained plenty in the city and I sacrificed style for a dry body more than once. I can't imagine what I looked like on Tuesday, running down Congress Parkway in a sweater and leggings, my hair flapping wildly behind me as the rain came down.

Last night I spent time with some friends. As usual, I spent my night sober while most... er, all... did not. One guy told me he thinks he saw me in PlayBoy. Another one asked me where I worked five times in an hour and didn't show any sign of remembering he'd already asked when I answered.

A lot of people came up to me and said, "you look so pissed."

Why, people? Because I'm sitting on the couch drinking water and petting the dog and you're all laughing and knocking things over?

I'm not pissed, but I'm not amused.

So needless to say, it was a kind of stupid night aside from being with some friends.

I'm absolutely worn out. Got an hour of sleep last night and a headache to prove it.

However, I did finish 2 Warhol-inspired paintings this week which I will post soon!
I really need a good night tonight.