my girlfriend and the dog are bedcover hogs.

Why am I still awake? I feel sleepy. My eyes are droopy now. But as soon as a lie down and close them, I can't fall asleep. Maybe it's because I slept half the day. Maybe it's the excessive coffee I had in the evening. Maybe it's because my lips are so chapped.

Tonight I realized I wanted to re-read the book 'Come Hither' because sometimes going back to the beginning makes me feel more confident about what I know and don't know. But I think I loaned it to someone, and I'm horrible about asking for things back. I feel I should offer some explanation, but I don't really want to talk to them about it. I'm just lame this way. One of my favorite Paula Poundstone jokes was about how she couldn't ask for the money back that people borrowed from her, so the next time she was in their house she just broke something of the same approximate value.

On the train ride home the other night I was thinking about my hair, or lack thereof. And while I love how it looks and feels (I started shaving partly because I'm attracted to other men with shaved heads), I suddenly realized that now I have no hair that can be pulled.....should the need ever arise. For a brief moment I felt rather mournful and nearly committed to growing it out again.

There's always later in life.

I'm ordering a la carte.

Today I got confirmation from Myles about the hotel room in DC.
Today my supervisor signed off on my request for time off.
Today I got confrimation via e-mail regarding my conference registration.
Today my direct deposit cleared so I bought my plane ticket before the price went up -- I was pleasantly surprised to find an even cheaper roundtrip flight with good times.

I guess I'm really going to True Spirit. A lot can happen before 11:30 am.

I'm sort of scared to fly. Not because of the whole crashing thing, but because of the whole circulation of people's germs for two hours. Maybe I'll just wear a surgical mask and do a Michael Jackson impression.

I've decided my physical ills are psychosomatic. I no longer believe I am sick, therefore I will no longer be sick. Of course, Bob had to go and make me worried by bringing up toxic molds. Don't talk to hypochondiracs about such things.