Well, it's Friday night. I finally got all of this client's records boxed up (he called, asked if I could stop by, I had two hours to get it done, ergo, it's done.) This weekend is ALL about cleaning the apartment. Sanitizing it. Cobwebs. Mirrors. Furniture all moved about. Everything out of shelves. Everything out of the drawers. That sort of cleaning.

Plus, I need to do the same kind of cleaning for the car. It's just not up to my standards.

Travis came over tonight, we had a very nice time for a few hours. He said something about something I had said at dinner MONTHS ago, which apparently had him thinking I wasn't interested in "that" way. At some point in the evening, SOMETHING happened in his brain, and he shut down like pouring cold water all over him.

I've invited him to the big Divo party, but I don't know if he's going to show up..

So, here I was, just checking email (you know I'm an email hooker, so I'm not fooling anyone, I just was sitting here) and an IM comes in from some guy that I've never heard of. He says this:

Thank you sooo much for your inspiring letter. I am a 64 year old gay male. I was married for 39 years, and raised four children. No one knew I was gay but myself, and I hid it for almost 40 years. My wife died of cancer in 1999, and immediately after her death, I told my children about my sexuality. I am a happy individual now, with a wonderful man. I am out and no longer hide who I am. I wish you only good in your life, and God will take care of the little people who do not or care not to understand. Thank you again.

This is the letter that he was talking about:


Letter from Mom

I'm sort of floored.

Okay, finally printing the church newsletters. I never got the schedule on what we're doing on three of the five Sundays in October, so I can't print anything but "TBA." Oh, well. After I print 33 of these puppies (in color, will I have enough ink?) I have to flip them over and try to manipulate stamps.com on the other side. Of course, this stupid thing is NOT printing in color. Bastard. I hate this fucking printer.

We'll see how this works.

Nicole has a little disruption going on in her work life, but it seems like it's going to work out just fine. Guy wants her resume BADLY, as he thinks he can place her in two shakes of a rabbit's tail.

Okay, enough with the printing issues. Back to creating some future.

A nice evening. Guy came over, we hung out, had dinner, watched a movie "The Butterfly Effect," which was .. twisted, but good. Now, I'm doing the laundry (finally) and about to take the mutts outside for one last pee.

My birthday dinner is almost filled up .. now, I have more invitees than I have places to sit. Only eight attendees (plus me) since I only have eight party hats, whistles and gift bags. Still have to hit the dollar stores for fun things to fill up the gift bags.

How do I now UNinvite the couple of people who haven't yet responded? And, do I invite Jarred? I want to .. pleh.

Perhaps I'll do that, and see if he responds.

Sunday morning. Skipped out on church, 'cause I wasn't awake enough. I have crap all over this bed in here that needs to be in a box before Guy comes over around 5:00.

Just stopped by Hollywood Video - they lured me in with a coupon promising a previously owned DVD for $9.99. Interestingly enough, they were offering three used DVDs for $25, which is LESS. Anyway. They had dozens of copies of .. crap. I haven't rented from them in three years? I think.

I have housework to do, too. And I just want to do some sleeping. I think.