I feel like I have no clear idea of what I'm going to say in the morning, but I've been structuring it all week - I have my main ideas formulated, but my internet research today was fruitless - which means in the morning, I have to pull out BOOKS and search the INDICES and read.  Bleh.
 
I'm speaking on the "inevitability of the NOW" in the morning, tying quantum physics into our spiritual beliefs (which are NOT some pagan ritual, but soundly rooted in the Bible) and I have a basic idea of where I'm going to go with it, I just like to have some REFERENCES to support my statements.
 
Call me what you will.
 
I had the most bizarre dream I've had in .. well, a long time .. this afternoon during the post-teaching nap.
 
It started off with me trying to leave some place - it was dark, and there were steps that were treacherous and unlighted, and I kept having to retrace these steps .. and I kept losing my shoes.  I think that there has been an ongoing theme of losing my shoes for weeks, just haven't strung it together.
 
So, here I am, trying to get away from this place in the dark, and for some reason, it was like it was in my family's home town of Lake City, even though none of the locality was familiar.  Next to the stairs was this little sliding window in through the cinder block of the dark house, and I could see inside .. there was a very modest home in there .. not familiar to me. 
 
Anyway, somehow I was retracing my steps, and I was inside this funky place, and there were a number of people in it that I knew, but not from my life out here in reality.  Some of the people were talking among themselves, and some were paying attention to me.  All were mildly irritating.  One of the people was a chubby guy who felt everyone disliked him (probably because everyone DID) and he was sort of bouncing around doing stupid little things that were irritating.  And I kept losing my damned SHOES.
 
So, fat boy.  Irritating.  I kept trying to show him that it was his own behavior that was causing people to dislike him; that it was his own actions that he needed to be responsible for .. and he was like talking to a WALL.  (could this have anything to do with the Mormon who has been arguing against me all week about his religious beliefs - well, it's been more of a diatribe, as I won't engage in senseless argument)  Anyway, I lost my damned shoes AGAIN.  
 
So, I simply had to get out of there.  I hopped in [a car] and drove off.  Now, suddenly the surroundings changed from being Lake City (the little town that my family is from) to Grand Rapids (the city where I was born, about the size of Austin, Texas)   It was STILL dark, and I was trying to drive through downtown, which was very Batman (the movie) Gotham-like.  The police had all of the downtown streets blocked off, as someone was shooting a movie there, and I was blocked in.  Which irritated me quite a bit.  So, I cut across a plaza (around the cones) to get out of downtown, and there, the lead actor in the movie shot, was Bob Maddox of the Country Playhouse theater .. we were both surprised there for a moment, and I rocketed onward.
 
Except that I was back in the silly house, and the people in it were plagued by the fear that there was a wild animal loose in the house.  So, I looked through the house and there was nothing.  But, they insisted.  So, I looked again, turning on all the lights in the house, and there was a black lion hiding in the shadowy corner of one of the bedrooms.  So, I coaxed the lion out of the house (it wasn't acting very lion-y) and it started walking back and forth across the street on the sidewalk.

Except that then, it turned into a black bear like thing, and seemed more threatening, and the fire department showed up to deal with it.
 
Then, back to crawling up those damned steps in the dark, past the sliding window and the cinder block, which was now a convenience store, and they had M&Ms.  I was sneaking my hand in through the window to grab some M&Ms, and apparently, I had been doing this for some time.  SO, I had to go in for some reason, and I only wanted to buy a diet Coke with my debit card.  I thought that I'd just BUY some M&Ms to bring up the sales price to a more respectable level, and the woman charged me for SIX packages of M&Ms by mistake.
 
Hm.  Sort of cleared up my debt, huh?
 
So, I think I woke up around the time that the sales clerk acknowledged that she had made an error.
 
And I lay there, wondering what was all THAT about?
 
Any ideas?

Mid-week, morning, sunny - it hasn't rained since .. Sunday? Amazing. Ran around yesterday morning, paid the light bill, made a deposit, picked up a check ... got in about 9:05, and Rick was fit to be tied. He had Lance and I in for a little "meeting" to discuss our coming in from 8 to 5 - it was quite the clusterfuck. Everything turned out just fine, and we are more focused than we were.

Had lunch yesterday with Boris, which was wonderful - he's SUCH a great guy.

Worked hard yesterday, and then my "date" for last night said he wasn't coming. That's number four for him. He swears he wants to meet me tonight. Uh, busy.

Helped Luis the Brazilian with his visa application last night online for TWO hours, then he says he doesn't think I want him. Oh, God. So, around midnight last night, I was inspired, and wrote him that I was planning on losing 100 pounds - and sent him a picture of what I look like at the much reduced me. He, of course, professes to like old chubby guys .. we'll see what his reaction is today.

About to slam down the Mormon with the question "if homosexuality is a sin, why is it okay for you to use your sexual appeal to lure older gay men into giving and doing things for you for free?"

That should be fun.

Taking the day off from work today to - work. I have a bunch of tax returns that I must get in the mail today, and the other LSAT student is coming over at 6:30.

More later!

I DID IT!

I started watching a Netflix last night "Passenger 57" which was SO lame (am I predisposed to not like it because I decided based on the trailers back in 1992 that I'd hate it, or was it really just bad? Metaphysicians, you may weigh in now.) I was looking and Barney, his matted hair and how miserable he was, and I got up, grabbed the dog shears .. he's looking at me all "huh?" .. and I pulled his head guard off, then his collar, then he was REALLY surprised, and I started trimming all the clotted and matted hair off of him. He was VERY happy. Then, I grabbed the clippers, and lured him into the bathroom and shaved his back and belly - THEN, I put him in the tub, and scrubbed him three times. He was so happy. His skin (on his back) was all scaly, and when I scrubbed him, all the scabs and nastiness came off and his skin was just raw underneath. After he got out of the tub, he was much less anxious. I'll have to scrub him again in a few days.

Tonight is Jackie's turn.

I have to do a tax return that I started on last night, but must finish today. I'm picking up Guy this afternoon at IAH on his way home from Dominica.

I did a LOT of creative work on Fabulair last night. I have RFQs out for the logo and for photo shots of "personnel." I pretty much finalized the color scheme. Talked to the web developer last night. I have two local graphics artists to ask for quotes for a logo. I did more design work on the website layout and content. I asked Lance to help me create seat maps, and finalized the cabin layouts. Lance created the titles for me yesterday. I started nabbing images off the web that can serve as models for fleet photographs. I started making a list of people whose "endorsements" I want to get or buy. I'm going to approach RuPaul (whom my deceased ex-boyfriend was friends with) about being the "In Flight Fabulousness Designer." I'm going to approach Tom Filicia from "Queer Eye" about "designing" the interiors.

And, last night, I was thinking .. hey, if gay tour organizations can charter a whole CRUISE ship, why couldn't I put together an all gay "fabulair" charter to G&L Mardi Gras in Sydney?

And, guess who wrote up all the organizational documents for a travel agency back 12 years ago? Yep.

So. Now, I have to keep the pace up, start checking out ACMI operators, etc., etc. This is going to be a scream.

Also, last night, right after I got Barney dried off and re-hooded, the phone rings. It's Stevan, my dog groomer/house cleaner .. haven't talked to him in MONTHS. He has been sick .. again .. got fired from his job .. again. He was calling, though, because he hadn't seen me on Gay.com in weeks - and some people in the chat room were starting to gossip that I was DEAD. One rumor involved a heart attack, one a car accident, and the third a house fire. So, he was calling to see if I'd answer the phone. What a hoot.

Found PJ last night on Public Data. He's in TDJC until September 2005 - no release date posted. Holy cow. Apparently, his most recent brush with the law was aggravated assault.

Anyway, it's time to get to work - more later!

Monday, Monday .. I'm cutting class tonight to work on tax returns for clients, and to try to get more done at home than I already have. Blood sugar this morning was good, although I checked it late. I really need to clean up the dogs; I think that they are the source of most of my allergy trouble at home.

I woke up this morning at 4, 5, 6 and 7 .. I could have gotten up at 5:00, but by now I really would have been dragging. Bleh. I hope my sleep cycle isn't going haywire again.

Luiz from Brasil talked to me all weekend. He REALLY wants to move here. His job with Halliburton ended; I read that they were going to down-size their overseas staff, and two days later, his job ended. Amazing.

Guy comes home tomorrow afternoon.

Applying to out.com to be a contributor - we'll see where that leads. I can contribute articles about home ownership, travel, recruiting, whatever ..

I'm wrestling with the last of the business plan. Rick seems to be head down working on this job order we got in, and I think he's going to a hospital this afternoon to give them our presentation for review before our appointment with the big cheese.