raybear | Even as we speak they're loading bombs onto a train, how can we afford to ever sleep so sound again?

After my audblog post on Saturday, I stumbled home and walked the dog and laid down to take a nap. Five minutes into it, the door opened and

dommeyourass came by to get hair product and I figured I should ride with her because otherwise I'd never make it to the Undergrad benefit. I was a walking zombie and barely remember anything between the hours of 8 pm and 11 pm. But then something happened -- the combination of cigarettes and caffeine and vitamin!water kicked in and my body finally gave up in convinving me to go to bed, and I came alive. I gave up on watching the bands in the sauna and instead became embroiled in various conversations starring, among others, Mr. Big and PG and HP and DP and

keetbabe and Mistress Minax. Next thing I know it's after 2 am and I think I actually said to Lowenstein "oh, you're ready to go?" Yeah, that doesn't come out of my mouth often. But in reality I was certainly ready too, especially after only getting about five hours of sleep the night before.

On our refrigerator are two polaroids, one of Lowenstein licking Mrs. Robinson's leg, one of me reacting to Mrs. Robinson's stilletto heel pressing into my package.

Yesterday I was in that exhaustion phase where time is moving at a faster rate than I'm able to perceive, so 11 am becomes 1 pm and 3 pm becomes 5 pm at rapid rates, but I still managed to make it out to Lincoln Park to hang out with

vfc for a few hours. I was transfixed by her cable, since I've been without it for three weeks now. But within an hour, the videos were already starting to repeat themselves so I was ready to walk around a bit. Liza even got me to go into Urban Outfitters which is rare, but I can't think of a better person with whom to shop there. Not that I bought anything, but she found some smashing pink earrings. Afterwards we went to her local diner because as much as I love my new neighborhood, there's a lack of those in the immediate walking distance. I'm sure I'll find some worthy replacements in the eating arena.

Random aside: I wish OutKast's album came out tomorrow instead of next week. Also, I hopped on the bus too soon and didn't get a chance to make Liza burn me copies of the Mandy Moore songs she had. I know this statement is unexpected from me, but I was bummed when I realized this.

Last night was date-night and we watched Belle de Jour, which I got on DVD as a gift for xmas last year but hadn't even opened the package. I watched the movie back in 1995 when it was first re-released and I saw it on laserdisc in the library at college where one headphone played the french dialogue and the other played the english dub and while I generally "got" the movie because I'd read about it and had some vague understanding, I didn't REALLY get it the way I did last night. So hot. So hot. Have I mentioned lately how much I'm in love with Catherine Deneuve and I usually say upfront whenever I'm dating someone that should she ever arrive on my doorstep ready to take me back to France with her, no offense but it's been nice and I'll send you a postcard? No? Well, yeah, you never know, it could happen.

Watching this movie after somewhat recently watching Secretary was interesting as well since I was equally blown away by Denueve's acting in the movie, the nearly imperceptible way her face changes when she slips into her bottom/submissive space, how it's revealed to the audience only, how rarely this is portrayed in an erotic and accurate way in movies, even porn.

I almost wrote "needless to say...." for this next sentence, but actually it's quite needed to say. After the movie we had amazing sex. The kind of sex where even though I was completely wiped and saited afterwards, I would get mentally turned-on again just thinking about we just did. The kind of sex where the next day you have unusual places on your body that hurt or are sore and you go "when/how did that happen?....oh yeah." The kind of sex, as Lowenstein said last night, where we'll be masturbating to the thought of it for days afterwards.

Goddamn, I'm a lucky bastard. I don't think I can even keep writing about it now because I need to get work done at some point today. Liza said something at dinner last night that's stuck with me about realizing how lucky and amazing it is when you find someone that you click with, and to not take it for granted because there are plenty of other people out there who are crazy. Specifically we were talking about crazy poly/nonmonog people, but I think it's a truism in all contexts. But yeah, I certainly realize how lucky and amazing and blessed I am.

Last night was a somewhat tumultuous night of sleep for both of us, a little bit less so for me. Though at one point I dreamt that the alarm went off and the morning radio announcer gave the time and the date was October 13th, and we were both like DAMN! We slept a loooong time. I remember Lowenstein looked at me and said, "what time did you set the alarm for?!?!" Like there are date settings on an alarm clock as well as hours.

Tonight I plan on doing my favorite Monday night ritual which is basically doing the home-stuff I didn't do over the weekend, including sweeping, laundry, random other projects in addition to just reading and watching tv. Nothing like easing into the work week.