Huntressess!

And welcome to Friday. So glad you could make it here.

I woke up dreaming of ways to kill Chucky. Planning to come down the alley at a different angle, possibly blocking the getaway car so I could pursue him on foot. I tried my tactics this morning before getting dressed but still failed the mission. I think this means I'm officialy addicted to the game.

In my regular non-video game life, I took the dog to visit Damon and the landlordess's (attack now!) black lab, Zoni. Not "Zoe" as I was calling her. Sophie started off great, but soon got irritating and agitating and nearly had her face bitten off. I think she needs some obediance training as well as some maturing -- she's not good at setting limits during playtime and get so hyper she can't control herself or allow herself to be controlled.

Yes, my dog needs more 'bottom' training. Soon she'll be flagging, too. And wearing the little Harley leather cap.

I've also been craving a new bed lately. Something big -- queen or king sized with a nice new mattress and a big wooden headboard. An adult bed. I also want an adult couch. A non-futon big overstuffed non-sleeper sofa. Possibly red. Unfortunately adult beds and adult couches require adult money, and I don't have that. Adult beds also signify commitment to a living situation, or at least willingness to pay movers when it's time to move the mostrosities. Maybe I'll just buy some throw pillows and get a new egg crate to alleviate the desire.

Today is lunch with Paradise Regained and further work shirking, since no attorneys are in the office. At least not attorneys that give me project or monitor my work -- Charmingly Adorable Foster Care Attorney doesn't count. I think I'm developing a crush on him, which is somewhat unexpected. Not because he's not cute or attractive or nice -- but just because I didn't start of having a crush on him. It just sort of percolated for a while.

I also have been inspired by Seb to do some before and after photos of myself, but I'm not sure I have any on file. Maybe I'll go search the web and see if there are images of me floating around. Otherwise this weekend I can scan my all-time favorite photo of me with long hair and such -- me grinning with Sharon Gless and Tyne Daly. Oh my. My photos should be on a bottle for T.

Board of Directors: Mr. Raymond

I hope one day to acquire a small legion of sycophants to help me make it through the day. Except I would constantly be firing them, I'm sure.

I can't stand excessive praise or unearned compliments. They feel so hollow and pointless and degrading. I never trust someone who constantly tells me how great I am, which either means I don't have low self-esteem because I don't fall into the trap, or it means my self-esteem is so cripplingly low that nothing can boost.

For some reason, I doubt the latter. Not so sure about the former, but probably not either.

I've made two fabulous decisions today -- the first was lunch with Paradise Regained which cheered me up and also gave me the idea to approach Madness Librarian about starting a film discussion group, open to all but perhaps targeting queer men. The second fabulous decision was calling Shana, because, well, it's Shana and she's fabulous. And I find myself telling her things that have been bouncing around in my head yet somehow seem different and more real once they're said aloud, and I like that feeling.

Will there be third or fourth fabulous decisions made today? It remains to be seen.

Have I mentioned that I'm considering forming a 501(c) arts organization with Poet Friend and her playwright husband? It's just a nebulous idea right now, but I wouldn't mind adding something of that nature to my resume. Plus, we'd be eligible for more funding and I could have collaborators and a space for my own sound projects. Hm.