Tuesday, Jan. 13, 2004 - 5:41 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Just Back from Sleepless in Toronto
This is just a superquick entry cuz it's been so long, and I am so tired (the first is WHY there is an entry at all, and the second is why it is gonna be superquick).... zzzz
I had a great time in Toronto, but I think next time I have to factor in sleep. yes. I think sleep seems to be somewhat necessary for the optimum functioning of the wench's brain. Funny that! Tried to do comics this afternoon and it was like watching a chunk of melting cheese do standup comedy.
Speaking of Standup Comedy, I saw the new Ellen Degeneres video that is out. Rent it. It is funny. I had cramps in my ribs. AND it will be VERY bad for your work discipline. You'll see what I mean. That woman has definitely made a comeback. yay for Ellen Degeneres.
So, the train was good, but late. The restaurant was shit. The workshop was fun. The supper was yummy and bewildering. The playparty was highly amusing. The nachos were good. The sleep was too little. The subway was efficient. The workshop was intelligent, funny and thoughtprovoking. The nap was heavenly. The supper was delicious. The movie was hilarious. The other movie was LOOOOOONNNNGGGGGGGGGGG can we say LLLLLOOOOOONNNNNGGGGGGG. Or maybe it was a regular length movie with so little happening in it that you cannot imagine. The sleep was too little. The Cinnabon was gooey but good. The train was fine and on time... the nap was too little. And that was the trip, in order.
And YES i will come back and actually flesh that out. Though god only knows when.
hehe, sleep late! yeah right! :)
Tomorrow and Wed. I will do the greytones so I can hand it over to the client on Thursday.
Besides that I REALLY hope to find some manner of point of view and plotline in order to do comics about fucking around roomates and dates with friends (which didn't happen today).
And I have a Rope Bondage tomorrow eve, and an Aural Seduction workshop with her on Wed evening. Thursday I hand in my doggies, have flamenco and then become one of two rope bondage models for Midori at a bar. Thurs or Fri I hope to have coffee or somesuch with her, and Friday night I have a Percussion Play workshop with her, and then hang out at the Fetish Cafe til late.
You can see there is much fodder there for great entries and very little time to actually write them. Let's say that this coming weekend there will be an entry extravaganza!!
Much news and interesting things.
In the meantime, I did write a nasty "you fish killers" note to the nasty shop with fish in their window, but didnt get over there to paste it in their window, and today when I went by the fish were gone. So I went in to say how glad I was that the fish were gone, since it was horrid to watch them die, and fish need aquariums etc.
The guy basically told me to fuck off. The fish will be back when the temperatures are less extreme, and he "wasnt there to take my shit" (pas ici pour manger la merde) he said. He gave me a look like I was threatening to turn him in for pimping out underage teenagers and selling crack. Nice guy. Yeah. Makes me want to buy a bikini there I tell ya.
So, I dunno. Now of course if I call the SPCA I have this asshole gangsta type who knows it is me. (and I always worry people will retaliate on my sweetie dog when she is in the front yard or tied up while I'm in a shop, rather than on me). Sigh and more sigh.
Well, I gotta go write a quick email reply to a cutie patootie genderbending dyke in SF. :) wink nudge... she asked if I'm single! Now if only there were people actually within 3000 miles who asked such things!
zzz running off to bed, hugs for me, wenchie.
Here is my horoscope for Monday, January 12:
6:46 am Just finished the few emails I needed to send... and ACK!!! they are predicting MINUS 41° C as the windchill today. Damn and damn! Just so all you in warm places can gloat. nite nite! me, dawench
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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