raybear | It's like.....it's like......it's like, living in the middle of the ocean with no future, no past

Yesterday afternoon/evening, I biked Critical Mass for the first time. Even though several of my friends have done it in the past, it was really

lakenaiad making it a birthday occasion that boosted me over the edge of participating. We didn't bike the whole route -- before turning off to Cabrini Green to get pelted by rocks, we instead went west and got water and food and I spent half of the dinner squinting and leaning into

loosethread's personal space in an attempt to hear. We were in a noisy bar/restaurant, plus I was at the end of the table, plus I think I was tired which made it hard for me to focus. I was refueled and pedaled home and then I was unable to move. I needed a hot bath for my muscles and joints, but I also needed a cool shower to clean up and refresh. I almost did both, but that was too much, so I just showered. Then I crashed on the couch because I couldn't move or put on clothes and went to sleep early and slept for a loooong time. At least for me. I think I slept 9 1/2 hours, which is much more than my usual 7.

Today I didn't get dressed until an hour ago. We watched the last episodes of season two Six Feet Under (bring on a new DVD obsession!), I did some reading, I washed some dishes, I watched the DVD that came in this week's issue of Entertainment Weekly that's some new television show starring Christine Lahti, I sent my resume to three jobs. Now I'm eating frozen pizza and drinking and cleaning out my closet of shirts and pants that don't fit and/or I haven't worn in the past year. Then I'll make chocolate chip cookie bars.

Wow, writing all this out is really boring. Let's mix it up a bit and write about some more exciting facts about my recent life:

I still haven't heard back from the "corporate rock star" who I interviewed to be her personal assistant last week. I'm blaming Mercury retrograde. Just in case, I'm still applying to jobs -- I got over my whole 'not wanting to apply until getting rejected' phase.

I still haven't gotten a check for DJing from a college gig in the spring. I need it to pay rent. I think I'll have to pay rent with a credit card. This doesn't thrill me, but I feel pretty grateful that I have such an option.

With Circuit closing, I lost nearly a 1/4 of my monthly minimum budget. In the panic of that fact, I called a market research company and made an appointment for two sessions. And I need to call back this other college that's doing a study on 'social drinkers'. I keep thinking about the episode of The Simpsons with Barney being paid to be a medical guinea pig. But hey, it's good temporary quick money.

(Let's move away from the topic of money, shall we?)

On Thursday I'm going out of town for five days, which I keep forgetting about. Today I researched cheap ways to make my ipod roadtrip-worthy and I need to make a trip to radioshack in the next few days. And we're taking Sophie. This should be fun.

I'm quite pleased with my sex life with my primary partner. Especially with the recent addition of a new activity that was previously thought physiologically impossible. However, in order to qualify for another market research study, I need to have anal sex with a man, which I realized I have not done in the past six months (at least with a man). I have three weeks. Anyone want to offer up assistance to help a guy make some cash?

I have only two weeks left in my translation seminar (which is part of my grad school work). At the end of last week there was a hilarious moment of drama between two guys engaging in an ego/pissing contest that resulted in me reading a long post today that one of the guys is 'withdrawing' from the conference and asking for an alternative way to fulfill the requirement of the MFA. At this time, I'd like to note that I am one of the youngest people in the program. Like Aaliyah said, age ain't nothing but a number.

On Wednesday I will get my tattoo and I'm really excited and the artist and I finally came to mutual vision of how it will look. I finally relaxed when on the phone she said "yeah, the new design has more the look of water." Which doesn't really make sense to anyone but me, even after seeing it, but trust me, there was lots of discussion about readability and form over function and she wanted to swirl the words around because she's a designer and I wanted them to be readable because I'm a writer. But yes, like water. I didn't realize that until she said it. However, I have had a couple weird moments later of looking at my arm and trying to remember it before my body changes. It's hard to explain, but it's almost like I feel the need to mourn the loss, no matter how tiny, no matter how looking forward I am to the results. Sort of like when I transitioned and I mourned the lost of my former self because even though I was ready to move on, I wanted to acknowledge that that body got me to where I was. I could go on and on about my body and my thoughts lately. I won't. Instead I'm going to hit post and answer my cell phone which is ringing.....