Well, it's almost May. I managed to skip March, and not write anything.

Lance just bought a car - after nearly six months without one. I hope this makes him feel much better. It took lots of creative positive energy on my part - he was feeling VERY nervous and negative about the whole experience. It took them about 25 minutes to come back and say that they had accepted his price and down payment, and that the monthly was something he could afford. Very nice.

I just haven't felt at ALL like working. UHCL classes start up again in two weeks - five Saturdays of getting up and schlepping my way to Clear Lake before 8:45 in the morning. Which means I'll not be able to breakfast at Barnaby's and ogle the really cute waiter we've discovered.

Haven't been hunting for Jarred the South African bartender in about three weeks. I think that Mikey has promised me that we'll go this weekend. I have to do some serious apartment cleaning this weekend, too. I'm way behind.

I've "come out of the closet" with my desire to become a minister - I've started the course work, and I have approximately five years to go. It's another Master's Degree, and I'll be about 51 when I'm all done.

The loan business has been DEAD. I've done three loans this YEAR, I normally need to do three a month. Tax season sucked [for me] because I make so little money doing taxes. We haven't been out marketing the loan business for months - we're going to re-start that tomorrow.

So, I've been hiding out. A fugitive. I've had Judy at the apartment, followed by Michael for nearly ten days - pandemonium. The stress has been impressive.

Still no one to write poetry for. Jaecub is sleeping his way through gay.com, and I kep hearing about it. He doesn't speak to me anymore.