we can just pretend

Last night I had the strangest dream. Having nothing to do with sailing away to China.

It involved a certain livejournal transguy who's not on my Friends list but most people are probably familiar with him (I don't know this person well at all, other than various comments to posts, and we exchanged e-mails once two years ago). In my dream, he was going to law school with MelRo and I approached him at some function and introduced myself. He was very very quiet and aloof, so I thought perhaps he was bored or annoyed with me, but he wanted to hang out, so we ended up going back to our apartment. MelRo was in the other room, and we were in our bedroom, except our bed was a futon couch. But a really cool futon couch -- it was like a La-Z-Boy lounger where you could lean back and the couch would automatically unfold into a bed. I was sitting really really close to this guy on the couch, like leaning against him. I realized what I was doing and got embarassed and made some joke like "oh, sorry I was all up on you" and he just shrugged. Then I fell asleep and woke up and we were in the bed together, half-cuddling, half-making out, and he was only wearing boxers. Now, stepping out of the dream for a moment, MelRo was only wearing boxers in real-life, so at this point, my dream was me being pseudo-awake, as far as all the physical things that were happening. Then I resumed the dream and woke up (in the dream) as MelRo was coming in the room. I felt embarassed about what happened and told her "I think _____ likes me." And she replied very matter-of-factly, "well, he has good taste." Then she started talking about something else.

But here's the best part. The last thing I remember was wondering aloud if he was going to add me to his friends list now that we'd made out.

Oh my. LJ anxiety regarding being well-liked. How hilarious.

In other news, I'm exhausted from the dress rehearsal last night, but I think the show tonight will be great. And tomorrow is for sleeping. And possibly new glasses.

I just had my boss sitting behind me talking to the legal intern about a research project. It made me feel smart. I could do what he's doing and without as many of the questions he asked. Not that there's anything wrong with him asking questions, it just surprised me that I knew the answers to all of them. Instead I get stuck making phone calles to librarians in government publications to track down legislative histories. Not that I don't get some fun out of playing investigator, but I often get sick of talking to people and putting on the performance voice.

Less talking about work and more doing work.

books, boxers, and walk-ins.

At our organization, we don't take walk-ins. The help desk is by phone only. So whenever anyone shows up unannounced, it's somewhat unnerving. When that someone is someone who called years ago and minorly stalked my boss, it's even more frightening. I think I managed the situation okay. I tried not to give out any names of anyone in the office, but he kept asking for the head administrator. I finally relented and gave him the name of the executive director. If he's motivated enough to go to NYC to stalk him, more power to him.

Despite being unable to find a pair of clearance boxers in my size, I still deem my lunch with Sparky as good. freakysparks, you get an "E" for Excellent.

My fridays have gone from being quiet short days in a week of long tedious shifts, to overblown adventures in minor office crises and phones ringing off the hook. And conference calls. Ones that make me feel funny inside and cause me to plot e-mails to the head of the legal department because I think we need trans education to bring everyone up to speed and I'm not sure if I should/could/want to do it. I think I do -- or at least, I think I want to participate and contribute, but without being the token or official spokesperson.

And my former boss from Feminist Bookstore called me today. She was asked to be a judge for the Lambda Literary Awards but can't do it, so she wanted to see if I would do it in her place. For the category of "Bisexual/Transgendered". Why they combine them, I don't know. Why it's combined fiction AND nonfiction, I don't know. But the nice part is I get 5 free books (and I think one of the nominees is Best Bisexual Erotica). And I get to be a judge in a national book award contest. It didn't really hit me until hours later -- I even forgot to mention it to Sparky at lunch.

But it's Friday at 4:59 pm, so off I zoom.