Listening:
"Absolutely Bill's Mood," TMBG
"Another Race," Eiffel 65
track 13 (flutes), Con Mucho Sabor
"The Last Astronaut," Butthole Surfers
"Cyclops Rock," TMBG
"All the Way to Reno (You're Gonna be a Star)," REM
"Parabol/Parabola," Tool

I'm in a weird mood and don't feel like getting back to work just yet.

Trouble is, I don't really have anything incisive or clever to say. Just feeling uninspired and yet restless at the same time.

Today is a ten-hour day, as tomorrow will be. I'd rather not do it at this pouint. I'm tired and it's going to be crazy around my apartment tonight. I don't have any plans for after work since Squire has a school function to attend to. Since tonight's likely the last game of the NBA season I was hoping to get to watch it somewhere, hopefully with fans I know. I don't really want to go somewhere alone to watch it...and in anycase I haven't much money to plunk down for cover and drink minimums.

But if it weren't then I guess I'd be happy with just heading down to my place and cleaning. Lord knows, the tub needs it. I just have feeling that I'll be lonely listening to the crowds out on Olympic blowing their air horns and setting police cars on fire.

I dunno. Yesterday I spent the day slamming my head on a particularly difficult work order and Molasses agreed to spend the evening up here. It should have been a good evening except my mood got in the way. Started out as pissed off and toppled over the edge into self-loathing and depression. Poor Molasses didn't stand a chance.

Um...Monday..barely felt like a monday which was depressing everytime I realized that it was indeed monday and at the very end of it I *still* had five days left to the end of the week. But at least I got to climbing with Squire and I worked some of the frustration out on the walls and even managed to keep most of my nail polish intact. (Also looked up a lot of stuff on Windtalkers and got pissed off all over again at Hollywood. I swear when I make a movie about Navaho codetalkers in the Second World War it's gonna be about freaking Navaho codetalkers in the Second World War and not about the Second World War that happened to have Navaho codetalkers. Also, something weird is cropping up - I keep noticing blurbs and stories about critics whining about what lightweights the modern leading men are. That they have a hard time believing that Ben Afflek is a a capable hero just because he isn't beefy like Arnold. Why are they comparing him to a body builder rather than the last guy to play the role
??!? who wasn't nearly so beefy, I might add. And in anycase modern heros use guns. Guns have been called the great equalizer for a reason. Sheesh)

Anyway, Sunday I headed to my parents' house after an abortive attempt to pick up a prescription and I realized that I had forgotten my wallet. I doubled back and then headed to mass. I wanted to celebrate Father's Day (a week early, I know) but my brother's birthday was closer so it was his day. That's why we saw The Sum of all Fears eventhough I was thinking of skipping it. Not too bad a movie, but a lot of the underlying motives and MOs didn't make sense given it's setting. After speaking with Squire I think the book made more sense.

Saturday I went to EroticaLA with Space Dog and Molasses. wow...that was something else. I like the weird little things they had that aren't offered elsewhere, in a typical sex store. Though, really not much in the way of fetish items. I got an eyefull of flesh and the boys got lots of porn to take home (alas I was too poor for any such thing - though of course my tastes in the avialable toys ranges to the rather expensive). The dancers were fun to watch, but mostly from the point of view of admiring their athleticism. no way, no how I could do that to a pole. not because of the stigma in exotic dancing but just because that takes a certain strength agility that I just don't have.

Lots of women showing off what they got, and for that reason I didn't feel bad about staring. Most of the women looked like barely more than girls (the women not in the shows, the women in the booths and the dancers definately looked mature verging on old) so I tried to keep it discreet (though there was an age limit to the show). But there were maybe three women who just there to look around who were simply astounding. Space said some of the women in the booths were giving me "eyes." I'm skeptical, but either way I felt kinda goosed to think that a woman might find me attractive. I try to keep focus on my relationship but still....

I think that's it. Oh right, Friday, went to a game. Was bored to death, were it not for an hour or so of goofing off with Sheldon's new character I would have jumped ship much earlier.

ok..now I'm done. (and I have some plans for tonight!)





man, I'm boring