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Much better today. Thanks. Last night after work I spent about 2 and a half hours straightening and organizing my room. I had bought myself three new underbed storage boxes, a plastic 3 drawer chest and a little 3 drawer chest for papers and stuff. It was like I had new toys - I was so excited about actually *having* a place to put everything that I was sorting clothes and papers into piles with an enthusiasm I haven't had in awhile. And, since I'm not sleeping at my place (I'm cat sitting at David's) I can leave the piles about and not have to resort them later. How groovy. I've been living in clutter for too long; I need to have my space back. Victoria came by and we went to a coffee shop to chat. We had a blast. She's into everything that I used to do back in Indiana - theatre, paganism - stuff I've been meaning to get into out here but haven't got around to yet. We could've talked much later than we did, but I'm sure we'll meet again soon. I spoke to David briefly last night, but I had to let him go when Victoria came over. Today I got an email from him with the line, "Wish we could've talked longer." Amazing, what that one sentence did for me. It just let me know that he, well, still likes talking to me...still sees value in that. I'm big on being reassured, especially when things are bad. Now that David's across the country, we seem to be getting along famously. If only he'd stay there.... Kidding! Sorta.... Ok, my friend Colin just wrote me a charming letter. In this letter, he mentions the nickname of his manager: Fifi Danger. I'm stealing this name. I think it's the name of my and David's monster. It's a beautiful combination of the ridiculous (which our monster most certainly is) with the serious (Danger! Danger!). In fact, I think the exclamation point will be the distinguishing factor. So, I bind you monster Fifi Danger! to a point midway between where David and I are right now (let's pick, um, Kansas. Somewhere really dusty and desolate and depressing in Kansas). Stay there and makes some poor jackrabbit miserable...no, wait, um...coyote? No, don't mess with the coyotes...ok, just wreck havoc on a big dumb rock, ok? Oooze all the misunderstandings you like on that rock, let the biohazard people clean it up later..... And, finally: A review of Clean Sheets article on our Most Significant Sexual Experiences appears here. I am so proud. Hey, no matter what else, at least I can't whine that I had a boring sex life! | ||
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