Took my meds last night (at lower dosages) and got 9 hours of sleep. Dear god, I needed that. Feeling much better today.
Oh, and today I got hit on by a 40-year-old drunk guy while I was 17 feet up in the air.
We were repainting the kung fu school after class today. It’s a couple doors down from a restaurant that serves alcohol, which is where I assume these guys had been. They stood there and watched us paint for a while. One guy was quiet, but the other one would not shut up.
“You’re doing an awesome job, but you missed a spot. You missed a spot! Hey, did you hear me? You missed a spot!”
“Yeah, I missed a spot because that’s where the ladder is.”
“You could put down that paint brush and come with me, honey. We’re going to the bay to get on the party boat.”
Uh, dude, you know you’re in western Mass, right? About three hours from any bay?
Then they started asking Majikan, the head instructor, all these ridiculous questions. Our sign says “Kung fu and yoga,” and Loud Drunk Guy said, “What’s kung fu yoga?” I guess Majikan was getting annoyed with him because she got into downward dog and did a back kick. She was two feet away from hitting the guy, but he fell on his butt in the street, I kid you not. She told him to go have another drink, and they finally left.
Why do I only ever get hit on by creepers? Not that I’m looking for a relationship…but if someone’s going to show an interest, I’d rather it be someone with some social skills.