Another late night…

This one highlighted by ice cold bottles of Romulan Ale, pizza and Star Trek. Boy is on the couch and falling asleep to Coming to America.

***SEXUAL CHOCOLATE***

That’s the best part of that whole movie.

I have a weird non patience with movies I’ve already seen. I think if I could play it back somewhere between the normal speed and fast forward I could get through it with come semblance of patience.

I feel *much* better now.

I didn’t do one single solitary responsible thing today besides work and class.

The bills will have to get paid tomorrow.
Laundry isn’t going anywhere.
Phone calls haven’t been returned and I haven’t check the mail since Thursday.

Instead I read and played silly songs over and over. 4 String Therapy.

I surfed web sites and watched the ceiling fan.

I thought about not thinking about anything for at least the rest of today.

It’s been nice. Even better when Boy was sharing the space and we sat still amongst silence and kisses.

Tomorrow I will put myself back together. I’ll even start up my never ending to do list.

Now — I have date with a warm body dozing off on the couch.