raybear | tiny bubbles

Back in the saddle after spending a day out of commission. I wasn't horribly sick -- but it was sure nice to keep my ass on the futon all day. I watched only two things: the Star Trek TNG marathon on TNN (formerly The Nashville Network, but now it's apprantly The National Network), and the best tv movie of all time, See Jane Run, starring the new queen of tv movies, Joanna Kerns. I believe she has surpassed Meredith Baxter Birney. Plus, I think Joanna is hotter. What's wrong with me? Absolutely nothing. Between Joanna and Gates McFadden, I was a happy happy sick boy.

Stayed home last night, though I did leave the house to take a walk, which is good, and spent more time watching TV (Buffy) and talking on the phone (Tara and Damon). My boy's got a hot lunch date today, so hoepfully that will go well for him. She's a former porn director and dominatrix in NYC, but now she work as a director at the Art Institute. Hmmm.

Also, a happy happy birthday to Mr. LegalMoose. May all his birthday dreams come true -- especially the hot and wet ones.

Tonight is therapy. Feeling sort of neutral about it. Probably because I'm still feeling weird about having not written to my parents yet. Maybe I'm just not ready since I don't seem very capable of dealing with it as effectively. In fact, I'm not dealing at all. But I guess that's what I'll talk about tonight.

This morning before going to work I spent 5 minutes scratching and cutting up Dinah Shore's Any Place I Hang My Hat is Home. I'm a freak. But it sounded good as hell. However I realized that I either need new cartridges, or perhaps just a nickel to tape on the head because it kept skipping. Though I think I also need to adjust my touch -- I'm so heavy handed at times.

Have I mentioned lately that I love olives? Mmmmmmmmmm.......