It\’s just somewhat unnerving, and yet somewhat of an ego boost, to know that my boyfriend used to date (among other people) Jennifer Finch, the bassist from L7. \’Cos I grew up idolizing her and Kat Bjelland… after all, I was 13 and it was the Kinderwhore era of the early 1990s.
Goddamn, isn\’t it funny how these things work?
Yeah, so in other rock chick news, I\’m working every date of the Emergenza Festival this week and next at DC9.
Oh, and I spent five hours last Friday at Johns Hopkins hospital, the result of which is that I am now off all of my medication for the next month. I repeat: all medication, including the Effexor. Withdrawal setting in soon. Not happy about that. Necessary for the upcoming 48 hour lock-in sleep study. Hopkins doctors have decided that all my problems stem from having narcolepsy. And all this time I thought I was just bored. Um. So, yeah, I can\’t have any drugs in my system when they test me; I\’m not looking forward to the next few weeks. It\’s like withdrawing from heroin. Fortunately, most of my friends are recovered junkies, so they know what they\’re dealing with. (Damn, how come I mix with such good people?) Oh, and my doctors all got on my case and told me I\’ve been drinking too much, which I think is amusing because what in the States translates as \”too much\” (2-3 drinks 3-4 times a week) is considered a moderate amount in Europe and Australia… which means I can\’t wait to get back down under.
Due to having to go off the meds, I have to withdraw from summer semester and resechedule my SATs. Taking my SATs while wigging my shit is probably not the best idea.
Sometimes I wonder if I\’m ever going to manage to get my shit together. Capeche?
Pretty much all I\’m doing these days is making porno. Hopefully it\’s gonna pay off. The big boys, with their big toys, in the big time.
