Tell me you love me, come back and haunt me.

The owner of the apartment building came by today -- I'd never actually met her. It was a little embarassing because our back porch and kitchen looked like hell. And then while we were in the basement, and I was pointing out our storage so it wouldn't get thrown away, and her male companion discovered the dildos in a jar, leftover from the freakshow display at the chicago kings' carnival show. There's really no way to play that off, but they were going to throw them away, so I had to say something. The best I could do was state matter-of-factly: "those might be leftover from a halloween party my partner did.....I'll put them with our stuff and ask her, otherwise I'll throw them away myself." It's all about blaming the person out of town. I would expect her to do the same in my position!

She asked me if I was an artist. I said, "I mostly write." Then the guy said, "so are you going to be famous?" And I blurted, "yeah." Which was kind of an interesting thing to fall out of my mouth with such vehemence. But then added something about "or so I hope." He made some corny comment about 'being able to say he knew me when', which is ridiculous since I don't know him now. But he was trying to make conversation I guess, so I smiled and kept carrying the boxes to the car.

I wanted to sleep all day but I managed to get the painting done. Right now I have speckles and smears of dark red paint ALL over me -- arms, face, clothes. I look like a butcher. Or a serial killer. I feel like I should have a picture of me opening the front door and the caption would read "No, officer, she's just out of town this weekend, honest."

Last night I picked drinkasyoupour up from her fancy downtown job, then we drove to the south side for barbeque for dinner, then drove back up to the northwest side for weird/bad television watching and an obscene amount of food. I ate so much. I mean, a lot. Like, I can't really remember the last time I consumed that large quantity of food. Wait, maybe it was the night we went to Old Country Buffet..... Today I've only eaten two cookies and a small piece of chicken, even after all the painting and moving furniture and cleaning out the basement. I think I'm still digesting my meal from last night.

I'm so glad I decided to paint the office a couple more coats, even if it took me several weeks to make it happen. So glad. It looks ten times better. And now I can hang shelves but not tonight because I still need to cut my hair and shower before I pickup Esme for dessert and then we're going to see Hedwig and the Angry Inch -- live. I've only seen the movie, not the live show, so I'm excited. Well, except really I'm tired. But I will be excited.

I deserve a cocktail while cleaning up. I still haven't toasted the end of this semester. I need some closure on the matter. I think I'll pet my walls while I drink.