Dear Diary . . . day by day

Wednesday, July 25th, 2001 - White Alligator Madness

Susan was the topic of my dreams last night, thanks in part to a lovely evening spent socializing with good folks last night at her place, and in part to her German Class saga. We were both in school together, struggling through an awful French class (my brain could supply French class scenarios, but not German). Anyway, we were trying to switch roommates because Susan was rooming with this mean 2-foot-long albino aligator that smelled funny, but my roommate didn't want to make the switch for some reason. Then the alligator threw up an even smaller white alligator. Susan and I were just bemoaning the new arrival when the original alligator swallowed both the tiny alligator and Susan (who was suddenly 2 inches tall) whole. I had to shake the 2-foot albino alligator by the tail furiously to dislodge poor Susan, but on the bright side the housing department took that as sufficient reason for Susan to be seeking a new roommate, so we got to switch rooms.
Heh.
So, yeah, a lovely evening last night. I love hanging out with a group of people I'm comfortable with who are all willing (for the most part) to let the conversation drift around the topic of sex. It's one of my most favorite topics; not only do I love hearing other people's stories about it, but I have some really good "stock" stories that I love to tell people if they can handle them. Last night's crowd could handle anything, it seems. I love open minded, relaxed folks.
You can read Karen's or Mary Anne's version of last night, if you want a little more detail. I'm especially fond of Karen's, as it does a fine job at evoking the cozy mood of last night.
I found myself wishing on more than one occasion that it wasn't a "school night" so I could stay up late and not be so moderate in my wine drinking. But I stayed up late anyway. And, despite the moderation in alcohol consumption, I woke up early and I feel kinda ill today. Great. I think this is unrelated to the party, but it doesn't make me feel any better.

Exercise log:

Writing log:
I sent out two stories this past weekend, too: "The Janitor's Night Dive" and "Feeding Time at the Ego Zoo" (which was rejected earlier the same day I sent it out; I'm getting downright good at this "the sun shall never set on my rejected story" thing).
I'm currently reading:
Genuis of Deceit by Tim Pratt
Slowly, chapter by chapter :-)
On Becoming A Novelist by James Gardner
Outlining for two kinds of studyin':
Midnight Robber by Nalo Hopkinson
My new PO Box is:
Heather Shaw
P.O. Box 13222
Berkeley, CA 94712-4222

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