Such a fuss

What a weird mood I'm in today. I woke up ready for battle, expecting the worst from teaching. Of course, today would normally be the day that I would call my sister for my regular ass-chewing, and the whole idea of having to do that made me cranky. I think that, plus knowing that I was about to be canceled on by Tim, and that Joseph had blown me off last night contributed to my foul mood.

Of course, this line of expectation created some fun stuff .. a nifty auto accident on the Gulf Freeway that made me late for class, an unsatisfactory conversation with my father on the phone .. "How is your little business coming along?" "What, do you mean my business to create an international gay charter airline?" "Yes!" "How could you possibly call that a little business?" This after my listening to the home improvement project update for 15 minutes.

The class went well, once I got there, then met Guy for lunch, which was nice. Came home, took a nap, then started watching "For Whom The Bells Toll." People LIKE this crap? Bleh.

I'm shopping for Marvin the Martian stuff again. That should tell you something.

Have no desire to do the class tomorrow afternoon after church; I so want to call it off.

Okay, time to shut off this incredibly boring movie and go to bed.

Leader of the Pack

Ditchard wrote to me this morning - a forward alleging that if I merely forwarded this email to ninety-five persons and to a champagne bottler, that I would receive a half-case of this lovely champagne.

NOT.

It took me about 60 seconds to find the scam on snopes.com, and to reply to "all" and burst another bubble. Why do people think that things in life are free?

Last night's board meeting was very interesting, in a good way. The R wasn't there, and we were quite frank about things. It's clear that the energy has shifted and isn't working anymore. We talked about what to do with that, and started creating several things, including having our own leased space for the group, and having me in charge of the group.

Anyway, it looks as if I'll be the actual study group director in fact and in name in a matter of weeks.

Had an awesome meeting with my favorite client today, and brainstormed up a TERRIFIC new business together - something that I can do alongside Fabulair, I suspect.

Had dinner with L, that was lovely as is usual. Been working all night on merchandise for Fabulair, and talking on the phone - the free legal advice sign has burned out, I think.

The vacuum of space

Well, I have thought and I have meditated, and I have come to the conclusion that I am going to have to push myself every morning and ongoingly until I get out of this ditch. I did just crawl into my bedroom closet and create some sanity; next I am going to work on this office and get it finished so that I know right where I am and have everything ready to work with. I have to get the excuses out of the way, and then .. to the races!

Also B/T/G - an earlier photo. 

Brad/Tom/Ger ..  

I dreamt of R&R last night - two dreams, one each. Very strange. In the one, R was coming to me at my new office (which was very funky and disorganized - in fact, I was sitting outside on the sidewalk with a table and a wireless connection, and the occupants of the office whose signal I was pirating kept coming out and haranguing me.) R came up, that big old grin on his face, and he had this sheaf of legal papers that he wanted me to look at - the papers were all photocopies, and bad ones at that .. it was clear that text had been redacted out.

Finally, I was able to piece together that it was some serious lawsuit about fraudulent endorsements on some checks .. and that R was the principal defendant (which information had been assiduously redacted out.)

Weird.

Today was partly productive, and partly not. I did have a 20 year old over to fix my bookcase (broken in the recarpeting) and to reinstall a shelf in the living room. He also waxed Ruby, and started re-working the stereo wiring in her. Tomorrow, I'm going to clean her door and trunk jams, and take her over to vacuum her out. Either T or Joey will come by tomorrow, re-install the power cord for the XM, and pull apart the dash (again) to figure out how River Oaks Car Stereo screwed up the speaker wiring three years ago. Once they get that fixed, who knows? The sky could be the limit!

Had my last class of the second trimester of Prac I tonight - that was kind of fun; I have four papers to get cranked out .. oh, by Friday. Several of us in the class are just "in the weeds." As in, can't figure out which end is up, unmotivated, unfocused, behind, directionless, etc. I guess we discussed that, through the first 2/3 of Prac I, so much time is spent uprooting our counter-productive self-definitions, that one gets to a point where one has tossed out most of the old, and there is nothing new to take its place.

Or, at least that's what I got out of it.

I have a meeting with Chuck and Donna on Thursday to get re-fabu'd, and have tomorrow and the rest of the week to get re-started there.

Dennis says that he objects to my recent lack of blogging - so, this is for Dennis.

Went out on the Last Safari Saturday night. There is no reason to go back, ever. Safari has been permanently moved to Sunday nights - trash disco at the Mining Company.

Missed talking to Brad/Tom/Ger today. I sure like him. He's smart, witty, cute, flirtatious, and wonderful.

The married guy came over today. And, Travis called today .. wanting to "get together." Enough euphemisms, thank you. I think I'll get busy by Thursday.

Okay, I have to finish reading this article about the Bank of Korea diversifying out of dollar holdings, and go to bed.