Irresponsibility!

Having recently turned 23 again for the third time, the time to get my life in order is rapidly approaching. Fuck it, I choose irresponsibility.

I've gone on a bit of a bender lately, and it's been great channeling a little bit of Courtney Love. It's also been fun regressing and trying drugs I haven't touched in years, albeit in far smaller quantities. I guess that's the same thing. A weekend in Toronto with a gay wedding, drag queens, seeing old friends and generally stomping around and looking scary did wonders for me. The weekend of my birthday was also sweet. Thanks to everyone who came to my boonies-fest, to Jupiter Room and to dance with all the dirty hippies in the park. I was too enmeshed in the party to see if others were having fun at my boonies-fest, but there sure were a lot of people, a lot of booze consumed and, thankfully, no complaints from neighbours.

Ignoring the fact that today consisted of staying out until past sunrise, getting drunk at work and having a cupcake for dinner, I think I am taking some reluctant steps towards responsibility. For example, I'm really getting to like my grown-up job. I'm even learning how to converse (on subjects other than work) with my coworkers who are more than twice my age. I also signed up for the damned mandatory (fuck you, Quebec!) collective insurance today at work. Upon leaving the HR building, I remembered that the research kids were having a party with free pizza and beer and that a few of the more sociable post-docs had invited me. I showed up for the pizza, but it was almost totally inedible. It turns out that that two beers on an empty stomach can be pretty potent. In context, this was late on Friday afternoon anyway and most of those grad students got quite verschnickered. I went back to my office and caught up on work while waiting to sober up enough to drive home. That last part is responsible. Sort of.

A few weeks ago I decided that I will run a half marathon before I turn 23 for the fourth time. I even found a few people to train with. I wonder if this will actually happen. Does anyone in Montreal want to run until your body stops working? It'll be fun!