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

It's a big old clearance sale! I winnowed down my VHS collection, and put 55 of them on Amazon today. Next, in the demented Divo sale - the CD collection that NEVER gets listened to! I'll probably have over 250 items on Amazon within the end of the day.

Have a list of things to get done an arm long, so I'd better get to it.

Started loading up the gift bags for my friends who are coming over tomorrow for my birthday. I got matching "Tweety" hats, cocktail napkins, hooters and gift bags, and it is my intention to fill them up with meaningless trifles to amuse my closest friends, and to make them feel welcome and loved. I had in mind that I would need a LOT of stuff to fill these things up; I had been accumulating little bits of stuff for weeks, but I was expecting a trip to the dollar store today.

When I ripped open the gift bags, I found out that they were VERY small! Wow. I have little things for each person (well, for two people that I really don't know all THAT well - guests - I have meaningless trinkets) and I think I can fill up the bags without anyone feeling slighted. And without having to shop for anything more.

The damned bank charged me $60 for "NSF" fees, and I wasn't overdrawn! Bastards.

Last night in class, we talked a little about that movie "What the (*&$% do I know?"
I really want to get to see that. One woman was talking about it, and she said that they had distinguished particles from waves. She said that everything is moving around us all the time as waves; that represents possibility. When we create something in our mind, we OBSERVE the wave, and it becomes a particle - or matter.

It just hit me how wrong it is of me to think about possible financial lack, because when I create that with my mind, it freezes the possibility "lack" right there in front of me, and that's what I get.

We'll see how much of an epiphany this really is.

I dreamt of Travis Friday night, last night and this late afternoon (during nap time.) I don't recall ever dreaming about someone THIS much.

I applied for a job at UH-Main tonight (what an UNFRIENDLY system. Bleh.) Didn't get any cleaning done. It's time for bed, and I still have to study for tomorrow night. I want to clean the apartment AND the car tomorrow.

Don't have any work tomorrow (or this week) except for Fabulair.