Smokey Merrimaids her Way Through the Weekend

Ah. Today has been great. This is my first day off in 3 weeks. I am so damn happy and slept most of the day. I am still contemplating leaving the house, but I finally cleaned the shithole I call my room. Getting high off tilex while singing along to the Dandy Warhols and Rolling Stones is the perfect way to spend a stormy Sunday...Ok, I can think of better ways, but I am still happy as a clam.
That and my retard dreams are back. I won't go into details, but they are back.
Work is fun and all, but I'm not used to the inconsistency of business. I need to make money, damnit. It definitely feels good to be able to have drinks for free after work and for working in DC again. I am also not working for corporate snobs so I can talk to people any damn way I please, which is awesome. I can give attitute right back to the people who are giving it to me...although I can't help feeling I work in a diner when that situation presents itself.
I have also moved laterally on the smelliness scale. I used to leave work smelling like tacos and I now leave smelling like an ashtray and a campfire mixed together. We have a real fireplace and there is usually always wood burning, hence my outdoorsy smell. I get weird looks from people on the metro...and I know what they are thinking. "Where the hell was she today? I'm pretty sure burning leaves and holding bonfires is illegal in the city..." Hopefully I'll become immune to my own stench soon.
More on that later, I am going to get out of the house.