The Seattle Times had an article for the two year anniversary of the monolith.

Michael at Peak: *dissapears into a flock of wild eeps*
Michael at Peak: herd? posse?

My book came in today! I ordered the $70 Art and Feminism and with Amazon prices and the gift certificate from my mom, I only had to pay $7.

There are *kittens* on the edge of the warehouse property at work, two small and one bigger but probably still kitten. I couldn't get any to come up to me but they ran around close to the other side of the fence and stayed interested in me until I left. One of the little ones was *black* with yellow eyes. I want to take it home!

Alright, my comments have gotten weird. This 'poseurs' thing means either the comment server got hacked or it's their latest ploy to get people to pay for them.

I went to see the Vagina Monologues this afternoon with a Digital Eve group. When I picked up my tickets the woman asked me, "Are you the poor person who dated Jacob Metcalf?" She recognized me by my email address!

My boyfriend is too neat. Even his junk mail was stacked neatly on his desk.

I guess this is what I get for orderering from obscure little online stores. I ordered the Hello Kitty cordless phone. She charged my card for, I assume, the phone and then a separate $55 charge.

I've been planning for a while to start keeping track of all the songs that go through my head on a given day. I started today but it gets too insane.

Izzy and I drew the improved version of the relationship diagram last night. It gets too complicated after a while with lines and dotted lines, and to be completely accurate you would need unlimited variations of dots and dashes.

Sometimes it feels like our purpose in life right now is to take the core of the chart and make every possible connection happen, at least as far as sexuality allows. (Boring straight boys.)

Izzy and Jason are plotting to turn my mini race cars into a vibrator.

It's another one of those weird style weeks—I kept catching myself trying to think it's Friday and would make myself stop. I was actually surprised when my paycheck came.

I got a box from my dad today with two Charge-N-Go mini race cars. I think they're the ones I've been getting all the 'Hottest Holiday Gift' spam about. I'm confused... I don't want these things and I don't know why he sent them to me.

Cats that hate you.

Andie has put up her Guess Izzy's girlfriend game.

I had dinner Christmas Eve with my girlfriend's family and Christmas day with my boyfriend's family. Shannon said she was going to tell her family that Steel had a sex change. I was even authentic, showing up with her motorcycle helmet that she had left at Andrew's. I don't know if Andrew's mom still hates me.

More gift highlights: Shannon's sister and brother-in-law gave me a Hello Kitty watch with interchangeable watch bands. Roberta gave me purple fuzzy socks!

I'm taking the holidays off from posting.

I hardly ever bother to sit down and watch a movie, especially by myself. In fact, almost never by myself. But this is a weird pseudo weekend night where I'm also alone so I watched my movie Girl, Interrupted. By the end of it I realized this probably isn't a movie I should be watching alone.

I also got a box from my mom and Scott today. I didn't know if I was supposed to wait, so I opened everything tonight. I have a Hello Kitty touch light, more purple kitchen things and purple candle holders. A (purple) Evansville shirt that will get confused for Huskies out here. An origami calendar and a mini Zen gardening kit. And the thing I didn't notice until I was cleaning out the Styrofoam peanuts—a $50 Borders gift card!

Now, do I go buy a bunch of books, or do I buy one big expensive art book that I wouldn't have been able to afford otherwise?

Andrew definitely has Most Amazing Boyfriend status, as if he didn't already. While I was at work he refilled the stocking my mom sent me last year with Sanrio products, Pocky and Koalas, and a sushi rolling mat!

Happy day after Solstice! The days are getting longer! *boing*boing*boing*

Shannon warned me that she's been having bad sink karma and her sink keeps breaking. She came over tonight and now the hot water in my kitchen sink won't turn off all the way.

I've been reading a book of Gloria Steinem essays. I got to the one called 'Rx Fantasies' on the bus today, about the therapeutic value of fantasies such as an army of women taking over Saudi Arabia, liberating the country's women, and holding the oil hostage for social change. I remembered my feminist fantasy: Bush loses the next election to a black lesbian atheist who gets to be our first female/non-white/gay president all in one and understands what 'separation of church and state' actually means. She even has a partner which will satisfy traditionalists who expect a 'first lady'.

My predictability has reached a new level. When I went to lunch at Taco Del mar, not only did they know what I get (taco salad) and how to make it (rice, no meat, no tomato), it was already made for me!

Paul accused me of dressing normally lately so he has nothing to comment on. I told him I'm wearing a men's sweater, if that counts for anything. He asked, "What would you say if I told you I'm wearing women's panties?"

Tom gave me a flat stubby florescent green transparent pen. It's too bad the best pens come in such boring ink colors.

They gave us those portable canvas folding chairs at work today for our Christmas present! I'm going to tell Jason I got us more furniture.

I figured out recently that reading the newspaper is an easy, cheap way to fill up a lot of time at work. I'm realizing today again why I don't like to read the news though.

An article about major budget cuts, including teacher raises, followed by an article about the high dropout rate.

An article about 88 children still missing in Florida's child welfare system but Jeb Bush calling he investigation a success.

Bush running the country the way I play Civ, when my goal is to conquer the world and I don't care what kind of damage I have to do to get there.

An article about Bush's missile defense system:

"In deciding to announce the plan yesterday, the administration is essentially short-circuiting the debate over whether the system works, just as its withdrawal from the treaty short-circuited whether the United States could legally do it."

Christmas is certainly junk food and candy season at work. This was best demonstrated by Va'a's, "Ooh, he has cookies!"

One of the worst things has to be waking up thinking the alarm clock was just a middle of the night dream.

Izzy, Jason, and Sarah have been hiding out in Izzy's room. Andrew and I think they're having an orgy in there, possibly with the 28 Canadians, and haven't invited us.

It's probably a good thing Andrew has had actual psycho girlfriends because I can't seem to convince him that I'm insane.

Chuck gave me some weird Japanese jelly drink. I might have actually even tried it but it's pineapple flavored and I don't like pineapple flavor.

Another collection going around work today, this one for Steve's retirement surprise party. They need to give advance notice of these things or something. We're in the day of debit cards and I don't carry much cash. Today I had a dollar.

I convinced Andrew to join Squishymoose last night and he remembered a weird dream this morning. I think there's power of suggestion there. Join squishymoose.com!

I sent my laptop back to my dad to be fixed or replaced but I forgot to take my 'I do bad things' cat sticker off of it.

First there were commercials for milk. I thought that was strange, being not even for a specific. You might as well be advertising bread or, well.. milk.

Andrew and I sent through the list in the car this morning:
Milk – Got milk?
Eggs – The incredible edible egg
Cheese – Behold the power of cheese
Pork – The other white meat
Beef – It's what's for dinner

Where are the chicken commercials/ I guess the other meats are competing with chicken.

Now NPR in the mornings is being sponsored by sugar—sugar.org. "15 calories a teaspoon." They must be losing market share to the artificial sweeteners. But I'm not sure on this idea that sugar deserves dot-org status.

The winter depression/SAD post has easily won the record for most comments on my web site.

Shannon has joined the Nationstates game now as Sprinkle.

Izzy was watching parts of Mulan which he says he accidently downloaded. I remember seeing that movie in the theater with Jake—when you date an animator you're bound to have to see a Disney movie or two. It's not that bad for a Disney movie though as always I can do without the singing. I didn't like singing in movies even when I was a kid and assume I was supposed to like that kind of thing.

The problem is this movie is about a war, but it's a Disney war. If I'm remembering the ending right, she helps her side win by triggering an avalanche that buries the enemy's army. But since it's a Disney war, you don't see anyone actually die. Once the scene is over you can imagine the army climbed their way back out of the snow and went back home, considering the war a loss.

xCheezWizx: What's that?
Styrdyst: mmorpg
xCheezWizx: larp?
Styrdyst:no
xCheezWizx: rpggjhdjlsh?
Styrdyst:i hope that's not a real acronym

About two and a half years ago I broke up with Gryphon and declared my bed off limits to anyone but me. I made an exception for Steel when he came back from the road trip since I hadn't seen him in so long, but otherwise there was no one until I first invited Andrew to spend the night. Now I'm realizing I sleep better the nights he's there.

I had another bad Andrew dream last night.

I stayed up a bit late to win an E-Bay auction to replace my old camera. I'm going to have a real camera again! Andrew was trying to find it online and thinks I got a good deal.

I just joined the NationStates game which got posted on the Seagoth board and broke a couple times since.

The People's Republic of Styria is a tiny, safe nation, remarkable for its devotion to social welfare. Its compassionate, intelligent population of 5 million are fiercely patriotic and enjoy great social equality; they tend to view other, more capitalist countries as somewhat immoral and corrupt.

The enormous, socially-minded government is mainly concerned with Social Welfare, although Education and Healthcare are on the agenda. The average income tax rate is 35%, but much higher for the wealthy. A small but healthy private sector is led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, followed by Furniture Restoration and Information Technology.

Crime is well under control. Styria's national animal is the sashimi, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its currency is the sushi.

And I noticed that 8 hours earlier The People's Republic of Eep joined.

The People's Republic of Eep is a tiny, socially progressive nation, notable for its burgeoning wild eep population. Its hard-nosed, hard-working population of 6 million have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Education, Law & Order, and Social Welfare. The average income tax rate is 17%. A substantial private sector is led by the Pizza Delivery industry, followed by Gambling and Furniture Restoration.

Crime is moderate. Eep's national animal is the wild eep and its currency is the eepie.

Tom said he had 28 Canadians to turn in. Imagine the things I could do with 28 Canadians.

Tom was going to ask if I've seen some show but remembered I don't have a TV. "You probably wouldn't even need electricity it it wasn't for your computer." I think that sounds pretty accurate actually.

Andrew says I'm not insane, but he's never heard that winter makes people depressed.

Andie gave me a violentapathy.com email address!

A quote from from the book of Gloria Steinem essays I'm reading: "In a patriarchy, a poor man's house may be his castle, but a rich woman's body is not her own."

I'm glad Christmas is almost here and gone so I will stop getting that "Last chance for the Holiday's Hottest Gift!" spam.

Teen deters crime by hog-tying intruders

Bad joke of the day:

What did the elephant say to the naked man?
"How do you eat with that thing?"

Also, my portfolio finally has its own domain—desoleil.net.

I'm still reluctant to announce it because I haven't designed the web site yet, but since I've told so many people about squishymoose.com, it's finally publishing! It's still using an unedited Blogger template at the moment though.

Squishymoose.com is the multi-user online surreal weblog dream journal. The intent is that dreams will be written as they happened instead of a "I dreamed that..." format, so it will read as a surreal weblog. It started out as my project but with Shannon's idea it became multi-user.

I'm looking for people to join. Eventually I will have my own script running the site but for now that means you would need a free Blogger account and have me invite you to the blog. It doesn't matter if you say you don't remember enough of your dreams. I'm looking for enough people to post, even rarely, to have a variety and us initial posters will fill in the gaps.

I've finally started keeping my written journal. It's weird because I feel like I'm being secretive by writing things that I don't intend to put on my web site(s).

I had a dream that Andrew went home on a Sunday night for some reason but I didn't set the alarm earlier to compensate. The dream continued with me on the phone with Andrew, thinking I was getting sick, so he told me that if I stayed home from work he would stay home and take care of me.

In reality my alarm clock never went off and I overslept this morning. I was rushing to get ready telling myself that if I could get out the door in five minutes I would be okay. A few minutes later I realized I was thinking as if I had a ride and in reality I was already to late to possibly get to work on time.

Seattle Women in Black is part of an international network of women standing in silent vigil, calling for peace, justice and non-violent solutions to conflict. Begun in 1988 by Israeli and Palestinian woman, it has spread to conflict areas all over the world. Each group is autonomous, related to the others by the way women stand in silent vigil dressed in black.

Join us any Thursday 5-6pm at Westlake Park, wearing black/dark clothes. Please keep silence unless you are leafleting. Men in support of Women in Black are welcome to leaflet (1 or 2 at once) or to stand in a group beside the women's vigil.

It was a great moment, I thought, having a man handing me this leaflet saying, "We're Women in Black..."

I've been very bad about going to the gym since I told myself I could skip last month for the sake of my novel. I built up slowly, first getting my gym clothes to work over a period of a week and then leaving them there another week. I finally went today, though it would qualify for Most Pathetic Workout Ever (10 minutes, no weights), at least I went.

I've wondered how it is that someone can have 20+ years of experience in walking or eating and still do things like biting your tongue or tripping over your own feet once in a while.

I was moving on auto-pilot when I came back from a break this morning—took my card out of the drawer and punched out, then immediately asked out loud, "What am I doing?"

The cash counter at work is selling a Women of Iron 2003 calendar. I've been trying to figure out who I know that would appreciate getting one of these for Christmas.

Andrew gave me Tori Amos for Christmas last night but I think she escaped after the concert. No more Tori for me.

After two days the mystery of the duck has been solved.

Chucked walked by yesterday and said, "Nice duck."
"Do you know anything about it?"
"Yes. I know that it's nice."

I got confirmation today that it was him.

There was a stuffed duck wearing sunglasses and a sideways baseball cap sitting next to my computer when I got to work this morning. I wasn't able to find out who left it for me the entire day.

Worker accused of putting razor blade in dessert

I accidently had to talk to my dad today when I answered the phone thinking it was Jeremy calling back.

Bush Kids Gone Wild

The theme started out as a CD of songs about oral sex. I had four songs but since I couldn't think of any more Andrew suggested I make it the deviant sex CD, suggesting Depeche Mode's Master and Servant to start. Later I had to clarify the theme because there were songs that would fall under that category that I knew I didn't want to use (Troi Amos' song about being raped for example.) The specific theme became non-male dominated sex updated to non-male dominating female sex to not exclude gay sex. With the song Laid by James in my head I decided to title it 'Not the Missionary Position'

Last night I was looking for some last minute songs to complete the CD and did a web search on 'deviant sex songs.' Bad idea—I ran across a conservative Christian web site with the news article saying, "Syphilis is on the rise for the first time in a decade—and the blame falls upon homosexuals and bisexuals who are engaging in deviant sex."

From that site I also found their article claiming, "Planned Parenthood Using Taxpayer Funds for Recruiting"

"Planned Parenthood makes no money from getting teens to be abstinent. If they can get the kids on birth control, then they start making money," Szymkowiak charged. "Planned Parenthood is a big business and this is a means of recruiting more customers for the business."

Big business!? They're a nonprofit! This article was misinterpreting everything they possibly could about the organization. Another related site had quite a few articles around about the so-called 'homosexual agenda' and blaming Planned Parenthood for not sending kids who are questioning their sexual identity to "National Association for Research and Therapy of Homosexuality for professional help and ministry."

Bigfoot is dead!

A Wal-Mart in Colorado restocked the toys that were donated to the Toys For Tots bin!

I like Christmas shopping for Andrew because it gives me a reason to buy books. I had to get him the Batz Maru calendar for his competition with Andie. The calendar store in Westlake must be affiliated with the book store because they gave me a 15% off coupon, good for today only, so of course I had to go buy a book.

I went around the store with my little notebook out, writing down names of books I want to read until I ran across the book I wouldn't be able to leave without. This turned out to be The Mammoth Book of Illustrated Erotica.

I lied about updating stari.org last night. Looks like it's not going up after all.

Pants is a funny word, especially when in the context of, "I can't find my pants."

Socks should be funny too, especially wearing someone else's.

Andrew scared me badly this morning, nearly had me convinced it's still Thursday.

I wanted to see him last night after I got locked out the second time this week, so he's going to see Andie tonight, and then has a rare Saturday off with me. I asked him, "so when am I going to see you tomorrow?"

"I'm not seeing you tomorrow. I'm seeing Andie."

I stared clarifying the date and was suddenly sure it must be really Thursday, since he was driving me to work. It was a good way to make me not care if he spends his Friday night with someone else, as long as I don't have to work another day this week.

Stari.org will most likely be updated by the end of the night. I don't want to wait on publishing this one to say for sure though.

If they made candy that tasted like children's vitamins I would eat lots of it.

The landlady locked me out today!! First I lost my keys on Monday so I'm borrowing Andrew's key until I get more copies made. The landlady came by today to fix the dripping sink and locked the doorknob lock when she left. We never use that one because it's hard to open, and I only have the one key right now. What's worse is Jason left the other keys on the bulletin board for me to make copies of this weekend so he would've been locked out when he got home too.

Someone across the street eventually figured out something was wrong and sent her husband over to help. He had what must've been a lock picking kit, but after quite a while he said he couldn't get it. We did get the landlady's phone number from someone else in this set of buildings and she came over with a key to let me in finally. She told me about how the lock is so well made and hard to pick that it would cost over a hundred dollars if it was made today. I didn't tell her that we had already tried.

Amazingly enough this wasn't an awful day at work. I think I hit a critical mass in hating my job and then have to snap and start over again. There wasn't any work from billing, and having nothing to do is better than having nothing to do because someone else has all the work. I have a pile of things to keep me amused on my own for the moment, with a book I really like reading, another book of feminist essays I'm in the middle of, three feminist magazines (yes, there is a theme here), the PHP book to refresh myself on, and two newspapers built up. I should remember that newspapers are cheap and have a lot of time using potential in them.

I read the book The Curse which now Paul is borrowing. I find it funny that he'll read these books but he still can't say the words. "Did you find out more than you ever wanted to know on that subject?

I had to follow that one up by rereading The Red Tent. I love this book. The writing is wonderful and I love the—for lack of a better word—paganness of it. The book is a retelling of a bible story from one of the women's point of view but in the story there are so many different gods and goddesses being worshipped. I hadn't expected that the first time. The only problem I have is that Rebecca is written in such a bad light.

I looked up Rebecca in the bible sometime after reading this so I could find out something about her, but as far as I could see her entire purpose in life was considered to be showing up when a wife happened to be needed.

I considered cheating and posting some things that I thought about yesterday under yesterday's date, but honestly I just didn't feel like writing yesterday.

I've decided I need to start keeping a private journal again. Actually I decided this a while back but I didn't get around to picking out a new notebook for it until yesterday. Having the right book for a journal is very important.

Nice journal books, as much as I love them, will never get written in. I can't keep my handwriting pretty, let alone write consistently well enough, worthy of a hard cover and picture on the front. Then of course there's the $10–15 investment.

Everyday spiral bound notebooks are my favorite. But they have to be the right size—smaller than a full size, but wide enough to be able to get into the writing. It can't be too flimsy to hold up to being thrown in a back pack.

I nearly bought one of the pastel colored page notebooks with the transparent plastic cover but it made me feel like a middle school girl just carrying it through the store. Those transparent colors are my weakness though.

Under no circumstance may it be wide ruled.

Missing my bus while in the drug store gave me an excuse to go to the actual office supply store to pick out the right one. 9 ½ x 6 inches. 100 sheets. Plain black cover. Feels a little... black but I've already used all the good colors.

My fear in starting a written journal has been having it found and read after I'm dead. I'm enough of a pack rat that I have no doubt everything I've written in my life will still be in boxes in my attic or basement the rest of my life. There's no point in writing something down just to throw it out later.

There are so few things I don't write about publicly on my web sites. I don't write about sex[*], mostly because I don't want to violate the trust of anyone else involved, but I write a lot about sexuality, my body, Icky Girl Stuff™ included. I'm TMI Girl™[**] all around. The private journal would hold the few things left that are too private or petty for the public, and I don't want that to be someone's entire impression of me. I guess if they're reading old web archives too it'll be alright as long as I'm not around to know.

* The one exception this was the time I wrote about hitting my head hard on the bed with Andrew. I always feel weird thinking back to that post because it is, as far as I know, the only time I actually wrote about me having sex—and really, who is going to be shocked that my long-term boyfriend and I <shock>have sex</shock?

** TMI Girl™ name stolen from old roommate.

Andrew sent me this link about the "&nbsp;" – the Doomsday Tag. Luckily I think I'm free of &nbsp;s. I could be wrong though.

It gets confusing trying to explain Andrew and my anniversaries. By now people start saying, "didn't you just have one of those?" In September was the day he became my cat, because he was my cat before he was my boyfriend. Yesterday was our 'official' two year anniversary.

Andrew surprised me with magenta gerbia daisies (the flower on the cover of Cunt) which are high on my favorite flowers list. I have favorite flowers the way Jake has a hundred "favorite movie of all time"s

In response to Bush cutting $34 million of funding from the United Nation's Population Fund, a woman from New Mexico is trying to get a dollar from 34 million people to make it up.

Stories. About Seattle. seattlestories.net

I went to the web site for Things Remembered to see who they are. I think it must be the place in the mall where I got the nametag engraved for the stuffed cat I gave Andrew for our 'cat' anniversary a year ago. I don't know how they got my email though.

I've been getting emails from Things Remembered. I don't remember ever buying anything from this store so I don't know if I should trust it, but I gave it the benefit of the doubt and unsubscribed. The reply says, "Please allow up to 30 days for your removal to process in our system." 30 days, it says, for my name to be taken out of a database, something that should happen instantly!

In the ads on the back of the Seattle Weekly is an ad for penis enlargement surgery with "Special Holiday Pricing"!

The computers all went down at work today about an hour before close. I was sort of hoping they'd stay down the whole hour just to see what would happen. That would be interesting.

I lost my keys today. They must have fallen out of my backpack when the small pocket that holds my keys got pulled open. I didn't realize this until I got home. All I can think is how lucky I am that this happened on a Monday when Andrew doesn't work. I called him on a pay phone up the street and he came right over to let me in. I'm also lucky that I gave him a key. I wasn't thinking of it that way when I did, but I guess he's my backup key holder too.

I've updated both stari.org and bareSquare.

Completely random song stuck in my head today: Walk Away Renee (Ally McBeal version)

Karla (after I took the BigScaryGovernment Order): See, she just likes punishment. I think she likes the whip too.

Friday, er... Wednesday (but Friday as far as work is concerned—Tuesday and Thursday were canceled last week. There's an official memo about it somewhere) I got a notice that I'm now eligible for my company's 401(k) plan. It said,

You may attend one of the meetings as listed below[...]

Times:
2:00 to 3:00 P.M.
3:00 to 4:00 P.M.

These meetings will not be held on company time, please arrange to come before or after your shift.

I wonder how they expect us daytime office people to manage that.

Andrew's been watching this Flash page so much I might as well post a link to Homestarrunner. "It's dot com."

Shannon: And you need to update your web site. Even though I was there for most of it, I have to know what happened!

This is the kind of sudden, long update that Michael hates since it makes him late for work, but he'll have to forgive me for this one since he was here for all of it as well.

I was on my own at work for the two days before Thanksgiving. Wednesday I was determined to leave as close to 'on time' as possible to meet Michael as the bus station where his bus was coming in at the same time as I get off work. There wasn't a single order for the last twenty minutes yet suddenly there were five at 4:45 after which I was literally running out the door to miss two buses.

I wore my kitty ears to make sure he would recognize me at the bus station. Even though he said he'd recognize me, they always make it easier to pick someone out in a crowd. We took a cab to my place rather than deal with trying to find the nearest bus stop and taking luggage on the bus during rush hour.

There's a danger in seeing someone for the first time in six years because you never know what awkwardness you might be setting yourself up for. Or else you could start talking and hit it off again and everything well go wonderfully. We did the second.

It took me days to stop looking at him trying to imagine him with hair and make sure he was the same Michael I remember.

I took him to the Vogue Wednesday night. I was amazed at his dancing stamina. He told me he dances all night to every song but I got to see it first hand. Unfortunately he wasn't as impressed with the Vogue.

I cooked a vegan Thanksgiving dinner (plus deviled eggs) for four. I know there are people anxiously waiting for a review of the Tofurkey, but so are these people also the ones who mock the existence of such a thing. So, I wouldn't purposely replace a real turkey with soy again, but neither would I have the slightest clue of what to do with a real turkey in my kitchen.

Shannon came over to play Hacker. We had to end the game to go to the club and so that I couldn't count another win.

I had permission to get Michael into the Wet Spot for the Grind. He ended up with at least five girls (and maybe one guy) wanting to take him home. He looks so amazing in his club outfits it shouldn't be a big surprise, even if he stays so self-conscious about his body.

I asked Izzy for knife play so I've had to show off my back ever since. It itches as it heals.

Friday Sarah and Shannon came over to wash a blanket and we went out to find Michael postcards. I bought a punk Hello Kitty t-shirt. It needs to say 'cute!' afterwards, E-Bay style.

Michael traumatized me with mushrooms.

We were invited back to the Wet Spot Friday night for Ascension, the first 18-35 dance/play night. It was a potluck so every time I got leftover mashed potatoes, a good song was guaranteed to play.

By the end of the weekend countless people have told Michael that he has to move to Seattle and he agrees.

Saturday I took him to Uwajimaya and Aurafice where he got a last vegan mocha and we played Scrabble with a girl we met. It got late and we picked up Thai food on the way home.

This ended up being our only non-club night. Shannon came over and we played Hacker until after 6am. Andrew drove Shannon home and then we slept until late afternoon.

The hardest thing was going to bed last night. About one in the morning, after the Vogue I went downstairs to say goodnight to Michael. We ended up talking for a while and I knew if it wasn't for sleep and work I could have stayed up all night talking to him there. In fact, I probably would have it I didn't have Andrew upstairs in bed.

At 4:30 I got up to say goodbye to Michael for real and Andrew drove him to the airport.