perevision

I am having the most clichéd New York experience ever. Third of five days, midnight, laptop on my belly, in my uncle's loft flat one block away from Broadway. It's raining really hard, wind and all smacking against the window and skylight. Every now and then sirens go screaming or moaning by.

It's so great; wish I had more time here. Best Christmas present I can think of.

Have started on the graveyard shift at Unscrupulous Workplace. It gets really hard around 4-6, when people at the earlier night shift are leaving and you've done your work and your body is trying to get you to sleep.

What I really hate is the constant acidity. Whenever I do an all-nighter, no matter what I eat my stomach feels like it's burning a hole in itself. And my whole body is straining for rest.

And I can't sleep during the daytime! I just crawled home exhausted, faffed around on Tumblr and Twitter for an hour, went to bed at 11am and popped awake again at 2pm. It's 4.30 and I'm halfway through a mug of Nighty Night with honey and I can't seem to get there.

Any suggestions?

So I watched Raise the Red Lantern. It was SOOOOO SOOOOOOOO good.

I would elaborate, but I have to get up at 7 tomorrow so I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHY I'M STILL AWAKE. I need a Lush nap enhancer and some Horlicks. And to get off the Transformers forum. I knew it was called the Padded Cell for a reason.

There are five extra people sleeping at my place right now. It's rather quiet, and I'm a little cold and a little lonely. So I'm reaching out.

Friend of mine held a graduation party in one of the poshest places in town--Cocoon, just off Regent Street. The theme was James Bond. I went as an underage hooker called Kitty Kitty Bang Bang (yes, I made it up, and I'm pretty proud of it ^_^). We had really good sushi, very spicy Chinese and a lovely chocolate cake. Also the best lychee martinis I've ever had, plus apple martinis with cinnamon! Non-alcoholic drinks were just as good: passion fruit and guava. We danced a lot (favorite songs were "Dare" and "Blue Monday"); tigerwillow whirled aeonfluxus and me round the dance floor; Jen's a much better dancer than me, but I had enormous fun. bex_x3d and her lovely boy Ivan were the stars of the dance floor.

We went back to my house afterward, where Jamie complained about Tom, I mopped the floor, Harold fell asleep, Jen had a long talk with Emily in the spare room, and then aeonfluxus and I watched A Short Film About John Bolton, which had just arrived this morning. Jen fell asleep in the middle of it, so I watched the interview with Himself and spoilered myself a bit. I don't really mind.

I want to sleep, but there's someone in my bed. So I'll write my mum and watch Himself at the Aladdin instead. Night, all.