Extrange

I love this time of day. The sun is at just the right angle to the floor to ceiling rectangle windows and the light is overwhelming the room. If I try to look directly outside, it seems as though the sky has been set afire, hot white and blaring. It's pulsating and beautiful.

Why am I still at work?

I was trying to write a paper. But my butt is starting to hurt so I figure I should write a post and get the heck out of here. I got some good news, looks as though my friend from Reading, England (must think of new name... hmmm.... Mr. Smiff would do just fine)... okay it looks as though Mr.Smiff might head to NYC in a few weeks. He would be a welcome international visitor, at a time when i'm loathing the idea of America. We're going to paint the town whatever colors clash most with red, white and blue.

Now that's all for much later. I have my pending trip to Montreal to worry about. I tried to call El Ex-critor, the "Ex/Writer" that is... and he was passed out asleep at 10PM as I was walking down to the Muddy Cup. I must call him today.

(*Speaking of missed calls, the Spaniard was supposed to call me today-- and since he has not, just to piss him off, i'm going to call him now and wake him up, because he's probably sleeping.)

Back to the ex-critor and Montreal. Spoke with Ma~ last night. Her ex-something is coming, too. He is actually driving us to Montreal. Cool. So it's going to be a weekend of French, Canada and ex-boyfriends. I can handle that. I hope.

I should mention, while on the topic of exes, that I saw my ex, Melf (first love, first boyfriend, bad break up, long story) this weekend after 2 years and 2 months of estrangement. It wasn't awkward at all. Nor was it awkward the next day, when I met his lovely girlfriend and saw his parents again, also for the first time in that long. It was a happy reunion on all sides.

It helped that for the I showed up 5 gin and tonics in the hole.

The two glasses of red wine I shared with them didn't hurt either.

Oh, but i'm moderating, I am.

I need out.