Celebra��������ting my newfound freedom from gainful employment by getting drunk. A lot. Spent a couple of nights with Peter last week. The sex was good but ... unspectacular. I hate to say it, but I kind of miss Bruce. I was thinking of giving him a call, but I've changed my mind every time that option has come up.
Right now I have no future. I barely have a present. And that suits me just fine.