The annual party in 90 minutes. I'm about the readiest I've ever been at this point. Of course, having a bunch of people over on Wednesday night helped.

I have to vacuum, put the dogs up, and see about changing the lamp in the bar. And put on some decent clothes. I'm actually cooking dinner right now, so that I don't lose my mind later by having had nothing to eat.

Wrote a poem last night - here it is:

The Last Man

He is every perfection
Lean, strong, chisled, reticent
Exuding love and kindness
His being distracts me
and I dream of next being with him

Yet, he is the last man
The last man withholding
The last man unavailable
The last man who won't commit

He is the last man for whom I will pine unrequited and unwanted

He is the last man with whom I will initiate, pursue, and persist

You are the perfect man, Travis
And you are the last one
I will always love you
And I will forget you now