I'm iller than a chain-smoker.

Where the hell to begin?

I mean, okay, it's not like heaven and earth have moved in the past 24 hours, but it's still been a helluva ride. A surprise afterwork visitor who then suprised me more by propositioning me (I declined for the moment with hopes and promises of making it happen again), and then intense passionate moments at home with Lowenstein (who left town this morning until Sunday night), and then a busy active morning involving car mechanics and multiple long train rides and legal research. It's 3:30 pm and I'm ready to go crazy. Or take a nap.

When did the Howard stop area get so posh? I hadn't been up there in a quite awhile and it was so....clean and new.

My mission(s) for the evening include retrieving the car, dinner with thebrownhornet, picking up vfc, watching Kill Bill Vol. 2, and if I'm lucky, a late-night booty call. No, that wasn't a request for people to ring me up -- I already have my ideas set.

This has been a long week and I can't believe it's taken so long to get to Friday, yet there's so much I didn't get done so I'm also shocked it's already here.

Once upon a time a very very long time ago, no one I knew in real life read this journal, only online strangers. And I very rarely used the freedom that came with that anonymity, in part because I didn't use the journal as regularly. Besides, some things are best told privately on paper or in confidence to partner or close friends. But it's hard because I write even when I'm not thinking or feeling so then when new and interesting thoughts or feelings are around, I want to write even more. I change the names and places to protect the innocent. But now it's not just here in my journal, it's in my real-life. I think I forget because I live so much of my life publicly that it's okay to keep some things either private or just between a few people. It's natural for parts of life to be on a strictly need-to-know basis and that's not the same as a lie of omission.

But sometimes I forget.