Hold my head, love; I'm sick tonight.

I totally need to buckle down and start being serious. I mean, I'm going to (hopefully) have a job soon and this 3am stuff isn't going to fly, unless I get a job like Ryan and Adampants. But I'm just having so much damned fun galavanting all over Columbus.

I did make it to church this morning, but the one person whom I don't like to listen to had the pulpit, poo. It certainly made it much less interesting for me. Earl says very intelligent things, but there are so many pauses and his style of speaking drives me nuts. I felt so bad for the ASL interpreter. There's only so many times I can hear about Humanism. I was kind of hoping for a little talk of the supernatural this morning. Aah well.

Today was a good day. Started with church and ended with Fight Club. That movie always makes me think of Mark, though, which is always a little tinged with sadness. Still, peace is an article of clothing I am wearing regularly these days, and I rather like it. Things seem to be on an even keel with me. I saw and talked to a lot of wonderful people today: (in order of appearance) Mel, Bucky's Adam, Milla, Jennifer (on the phone though, drat!) and Edward. Fun.

Happiness is connecting with someone for whom you care very deeply. Happiness is the laughter of someone who was previously in tears. Happiness is.

Oh, and I really really would like to get laid right now.

God the tension is high, not to mention the smell!

I've noticed that I don't do a lot of writing anymore. I spend a lot of time writing about what I did that day and I don't say much else. I've been trying to think about why that is. Part of the reason is that I've been really busy running around and haven't done a lot of time in front of the computer thinking. I suppose another reason is that my growing friends list has made my journal become something of performance art. I don't know how I really fell prey to that but I want to stop.

I've also noticed that since I've been unemployed, I've been a lot freer with my money. When I was earning a paycheck, I was very thrifty and made sure that I was only spending what I was making. Now that I'm sucking everything I spend out of my savings account, I seem to be more spendthrifty. It doesn't seem like it, I suppose, because I usually spend /nothing/. But I've been pretty spend-heavy for someone without a job. Technically, I had told myself that if I didn't have a job by August 1st, I was going to go back to the temp agency I used to work for. I don't think I'm going to do that just yet, mostly because I'm hoping to start getting some interviews and don't want to have to juggle a temp agency. The new plan is to see what happens by the time I go home in the middle of August. I hope to have something more promising by then. I also think I might hit the First National Bank of Grandpa.

I've noticed lately that I'm not as flinchy as I usually am. Usually all it takes is someone's body near mine and I'm bracing for some kind of physical attack. Maybe kickboxing has something to do with it. Maybe I'm getting older. Maybe I'm finally not so worried about being hurt. Who knows? All I know is that it's a nice change, although I did konk oneedge on the head last night when he got a little to threatening for me. Oops. I didn't even realize I'd hit him until he said, "You hit me on the head!" I guess we're even. :)

Is it tacky to wear my leiderhosen to the wedding in a few weeks?

Lesbian lesbian dyke dyke dyke. I'm so much more than that, you know. Blah!