More Argh
Unless I get a nap today, I just woke up from the last real rest I'll get until Amsterdam. My flight leaves at the obscene hour of 6:10 AM (WHY??? WHY DID I ACCEPT THIS?), so I'm just going to have Chris take me to the airport around 4 AM and curl up in a corner somewhere. I can sleep on planes (especially with chemical aid), but it's never very refreshing.
I'll be in Amsterdam in, what, 36 hours? Less? Yet I feel like I suck. And I feel like I suck even more for feeling like I suck when I have the privilege of visiting my second favorite city in the world. Jesus, the mood swings since I got that first testosterone shot. I can deal with the extra energy that seduces me into overextending myself, the ridiculous horniness, even the zits (only tiny ones so far), but this ... well, as a guy who seems to have quite a lot of testosterone once said, we choose between reality and madness; it's either sadness or euphoria. Whoa ho ho ho-o, ho-o, oooooh.
I'll be in Amsterdam in, what, 36 hours? Less? Yet I feel like I suck. And I feel like I suck even more for feeling like I suck when I have the privilege of visiting my second favorite city in the world. Jesus, the mood swings since I got that first testosterone shot. I can deal with the extra energy that seduces me into overextending myself, the ridiculous horniness, even the zits (only tiny ones so far), but this ... well, as a guy who seems to have quite a lot of testosterone once said, we choose between reality and madness; it's either sadness or euphoria. Whoa ho ho ho-o, ho-o, oooooh.
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