waking up at the ends of the earth...

last night [read this eerly a.m.] i found myself heavy-eyed and dazed as the beeping of the subway doors opened. i was not in my bed. i wasn't anywhere near my bed. i had gone out with a friend to catch up about his trip to florida, and then to meet with another friend to go over a gig this weekend. her other job allowed me to imbibe a lot of bru. thanks. this left me not-sober as i headed home. 1:15 in the morning, not bad. the u-bahn was still running.

i did get the subway as she and i said goodbye. once on the subway, however, i must have fallen asleep...or passed out thankyouverymuch...because the next thing i know i'm waking up at downsview station. the north-east terminus of the subway.

and, it's 2 a.m. how many times must i have gone up and down the subway line during those 45 minutes... frak.


to add to my [mis]adventure, i had no money on me, nor were there any possibilities to withdraw any in close proximity. this meant that from the station i couldn't even get a cab home. i had to wait for the 24-hour buses to take me along one street, to the next, to next, and finally walk home. got in around 2:45/3am.

awesome.

i scribbled a note to eskje reading "please wake me. rough night". i highly doubt the spelling and/or grammar was correkt.

hic extraneus sum. underslept and underfrakd.