I'ma still be underground and filthy.

My last day at work before vacation. And both attys are out. Hmmm. Not conducive.

Something happened last night that I'm going to write about in a separate post, probably friends-only, possibly private. Possibly friends-only for today, then I'll change it to 'private' later this afternoon. Hmm. The dilemmas of LJ.

Last night I went to BRew & View which is my new favorite facility. 5 bucks to get in and see as many or as little of the 3 movies they're showing. You can smoke inside the theater (which is a concert venue, not an auditorium, so it's lots of tables and chairs). People comment and cheer. 7 dollar pitchers of beer that could last through at least 2 of the movies. I saw the end of Moulin Rouge and it nearly made me cry again. Almost. Can you almost nearly cry? Because that's what happened. I want to get that soundtrack, possibly before our roadtrip. Then I met up with Damon, Meg and the girl (yes, I know her name -- I'm just preserving anonymity!) and we watched Final Fantasy. Was is a good movie? Not particularly. Did I enjoy it? Thoroughly. Visually it was stunning. I was prepared for a mediocre plot, and many of the critics were right. Though I think it was better than Tomb Raider. Tomb Raider sort of had this quasi-wannabe-complex plot that they didn't elaborate or expand upon. Final Fantasy just had a basic premise with few subplots. And they were on some weird Wiccanesque isht too. Very weird. But cool.

So I don't think we're leaving for the roadtrip until Saturday morning. Which means tomorrow we can sleep in, I can do some laundry, get adequately prepared for the trip, etc. Yay for time off. Yay for California and seeing things and places I've never been.

Yesterday I bought the new Bjork album. I've waited MONTHS for it, yet on Tuesday I forgot. What's up with that? I haven't listened to it extensively, but I can definitely hear influences from her work on Selmasongs.

Tonight is the Pussy Whipped Party sponsored by Dykediva.com. I should probably nap beforehand.

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Dear LJ,

Despite any recent problems we've been experiencing, you know I love you with all my heart and I want to be with you. I'm glad we've forgiven each other for recent transgressions. But now I must leave you for a while. I'm going to try and check in, but I can't promise anything. Be good and take care of yourself, and all of my friend contained therein. I will send you a postcard from the ocean.

Love,
Raybear

Begin emotional shutdown in 5....4....3....

So I'm closing up my friends-only post and making it private. If you'd like to read it, drop me an e-mail and I'll send it to you. There's no prereq for reading it -- I'm just feeling like a stickler.

I'm excited to go home and rest. And I'm actually feeling excited to get dressed up and go out, which is good, considering I was nearly asleep at lunch. This will be fun. I need my pussy whipped. Did I just say that? Oops.

I shall miss you all dearly -- I'm only being about one quarter facetious. I seriously might try and log in some during the trip, though I might not get to read the friends page much. But I'll be checking e-mail if anyone wants to drop me a line. If you e-mail me your address, maybe I'll send you a postcard from Nebraska. Or Utah. Scary.

In 2 days I'll be in a foreign motel. In 3 days I'll be sleeping in a friend's bed in Denver. In one week, I'll be feeling familiar with Cali. I am a time traveler. I'm still not convinced our conscious is able to fully process travel. Unless it's at the pace of covered wagons -- time is more fully felt. "If you wake up in different cities on different days, is it possible to wake up as a different person?"

Goodbye, farewell, amen.