December 31, 2002
Happy New Year
Let's see...what clever, witty things can I come up with today?
As I've said previously, the submission is over and presumably sitting in the receiving area of the FDA in Rockville, Maryland. Now I get some time off. Time off to get my life back in order. This place is a mess. I haven't had a chance to go through my mail, my bills, my closet. I need to purge. I think that's the theme for 2003: purge. I am a pack rat to beat all others. I save anything that I think might be remotely useful in the future. I debate with myself over what I should keep and why. And sometimes I even say to myself: "God, I couldn't live without this! And what if I did chuck it? What would I do with myself?" That's sad.
So, barring any major tantrums from El Niño I'll be out at my storage, purging for as long as it takes. Whoa, déjà vu...have I said this before?
OK, what else is new? The night I saw Chicago, I also had the pleasure of seeing the dailies from Ken's movie. I had never seen dailies before, and it was really cool. It further enhances the disappointment I have in myself for not seeing the filming of the movie live. I really wanted to see that. Oh well, there will be others. We stayed up till about seven o'clock and then I drove home. I slept for a few hours and then went to wish the boxes bon voyage.
Yesterday, H and I spent the day together in the City. I had errands to run, and he came with. It was pretty neat, actually. We hadn't done anything like that in a long time, and I enjoyed it. We ran all over town, and ended up having dinner at Houston's. I like that place. They have these chicken tenders that are so good, with a pile of fries and black beans and rice. Total carbs but 's OK, cause we went to the Y after that. We used to go to Houston's all the time as a "treat," cause neither of us really made the bucks to go to any place more fancy. So it's an old stand-by, you see.
So then we went for a swim and that's it.
Tonight I don't know what's going to happen. It's raining now, and we'll see. I want to get fucked up, that's all I know. I told R that if I turn up missing, check the gutters and you might find me there. Ha ha. Alls I know is that I want to hang around with a bunch of gay men and I want to smell them. I love the smell of men, especially when they're drinking and hot and their cologne is wearing off. Maybe I'll even head over to the Lone Star. I haven't been there in an age.
That's all. Cheers and see you next year!
