My friend James wants to go drink margs at Cafe Noche. I hope they come in plastic buckets.

Had a call from PJ's employer this afternoon - he never picked up his bus ticket. Can I move my home and my office by tomorrow morning? Will it matter? 'Cause I ain't opening the door, and I ain't answering the phone.

Talked today (electronically) with a nice boy in the Gaza Strip. That was certainly interesting. He's interesting. Totally closeted, of course. Lives with a family of 10 plus his mom and dad.

The new state security force is probably tracking that I'm conversing with a gay art student in the Gaza Strip, and they're watching my movements.

Had a wonderful dinner with my friend James. Gave him a Visor for Christmas - he's loving playing with it. I think I monopolized the conversation talking about the theater - I'm still so identified with that theater that my name comes up on a google search associated with it.

Okay, time for some sleep. Wish me luck. Until tomorrow .. and "Star Trek - Nemesis!"