Today

For a while, I was thinking that we were going to be spared the Indian Summer of the Bay Area, but no. Of course not!

I left a little late this morning and ended up in the City after lunch. I had e-mails and newsgroup postings and NPR to deal with. I truly love the Usenet. Thanks to whomever is responsible for that gem.

So, I got my gay vampire books in the mail, my Strawberries Wild® smoothie from Jamba Juice and a CD set of Caroline Myss (who sounds just like my aunt) lecturing us on our sacred contract and sat in the shade near the Embarcadero for a few hours. It was very pleasant. And hot. But 's OK because there was a hottie in the same shade as moi-même who graced us all with his buff, shirtless self. Thanks to you, whoever you are.

Then, I set off in search of a new phone. I had a little accident with one of the house phones the other day, and since it was my fault, it was my responsibility. I sought high and low for an Office Depot in the Financial District of San Francisco (where I swear I had seen one before), and finally hauled my cookies out to Harrison where I knew they had a big one. A big Office Depot that is.

Well, let me tell you. After an hour of hiking through downtown San Francisco, I show up at the store, drenched and literally dripping in sweat, only to find that the goddamn store is closed up! I mean, not closed for a holiday, but packed up, boarded up, gates locked and everything. WTF? Why was I not informed? Man, I was fucking livid.

So I let my fingers do the walking, as they were the only part of me that wasn't dehydrated by this point, and found a Staples on California that was two blocks...TWO MOTHERFUCKING BLOCKS...from where I spent time in the shade earlier. Someone, somewhere was trying to tell me something.

I bought the phone, got on BART, and came home. When I returned home, I stripped bare and took a nice cold shower to refresh myself. Remember those blisters that I mentioned the other day? One of them had bled somethin awful. There's a big reddish-orange circle on my sock. I put lots of Neosporin and big bandages on all three of them before I left, but all that walkin torn 'em the fuck up. And here I was going to offer myself up for coffee, tea or me tomorrow. I don't know if I can do that. I think I might want to let these things heal a little before I set off again. I haven't driven in three days. It's wonderful...as much as I love my car, that is.

You know, I'm starting to think that the absence from the land of Make Believe is making me gayer than I was before, like being around the straight women who don't really understand gay men forced me into something that I'm not. Could that be another reason for my extreme dissatisfaction with that job? No, I think that's too obvious. What I mean by that is that I've been much more free with my flailing arms and my darlings and honeys. Maybe I shouldn't admit that.

OK, then...

I was silly enough to write this at 9:57 PM