fuzzygruf | Friday the 13th...

Denise is a stupid bitch. Did you get that impression? Her boss call me yesterday. He said to re-submit the request that Denise had me cancel. As suspected, they'd like me to be the guinea pig before they switch everyone else, since I was the first to act on it. I had to see my boss about something else, and I accidentally walked into her cube and found Franklin rubbing salve on that sore (now an abcess) on Denise's tit. Sucks when you have to make up a fake worklife. I did Warnier-Orr some project yesterday, and that kept me busy. I hate late days. Denise left me a phonemail that some mentoring program sounds like it would be good for me. Um, this is the program I took last year and excelled at, bitch. I've told you this already. I'd love to do it again, but I don't think you're stupid enough to want to see it hit your budget again. Moron.

On the way home, I saw my nextdoor neighbor Rob on Muni. I gave a cheery greeting, but he just nodded like he didn't recognize me. Hmmmm. Must have been a rough day. I stopped by Cala and got a rotisserie chicken for dinner. Sometimes Atkins is a good thing.

I did several loads of laundry, and put the grill in the oven and set it to selfclean. Did some dishes, then went to Foggy City club night. Fen was calling. Only 5 dancers at first, so we danced with two couples. Steve Cameron gladly sat out. Fen taught us a few Advanced calls. I've probably learned about half a dozen. Just 90 more to go! That part of the class was good. After the first tip, we had enough people for a square. Fen did several calls from unusual positions. He did a very good job. During one of the breaks, Greg mentioned that he was 46. He's apparently Native American and looks like he's in his 20's. Jerry, another Native American, stated that he was 63. He looks in his 40's. More surprising is that he also stated that he is straight. Kewl. He just likes dancing with the gay clubs, cuz we have a much funner way of dancing, duh.

After dancing, Joe & Bob gave me a ride to 18th & Valencia. From there I walked to Mission and caught the #14 bus to 9th Street and walked to the Lone Star. At least the Fell Street ramp has been torn down enough so that Mission Street is no longer closed at Duboce. I got to the Lone Star about 10pm. It was pretty busy. Willy's art opening was happening. They had some of his film clips going, so I didn't actually see the art on the walls. Steve was already there. I chatted with Chris for awhile. He was still down about breaking up with a bf who turned out to be a schmuck. Been there. Nothing helped me but time. Lots of time.

Richard was there, so Steve was getting friendly with him. After he promised Steve a lifetime of blowjobs in exchange for Steve's house, Steve is quite anxious to get that first free sample. Hey! Me, too! I saw that hot guy from Bearhug again. Three times in less than a week. Must be that harmonic convergence talked about in the Celestine Prophecy.

I stuck to water at the LS. I can stick to this Atkins diet for the first two weeks at least. Gonna hold out weighing myself again until Monday.

We got home around 11:30pm. Bedtime for me. I stayed up to take out the trash, then I crashed. Got up this morning and moved Steve's car to an open spot near our front door. The other side of the street has streetcleaning today. Made myself an omelete for breakfast, and I made Steve a pot of coffee.

I've got some crosstraining this morning, so I need to get goin'...