Colorphile Lives Yo-Yo Dieting to Krispy Kreme

"...it's like I'm waiting for the scars to heal..."
-lyric from Sneaker Pimps' song, "Loretta Young Silks"

Headset is on. I can't even hear my fingers 'mashing' on the keys. (As Cardwell would say it.) I can't help it, I type fast and it clatters.

Phil and I went to Boy Bar last night. Another venture into the gay night that's new to him. It's wonderful how sharing an experience with another person can enhance your own experience. Sure there are other factors. My last trip to Boy Bar was before my eye surgery, I was wearing glasses that I had to keep taking off because I was sweating and they were falling off my face and then I was essentially blind. Watching Phil experiencing so much for the first time reminds me of those memory files I have stored away and don't look at much. Eddy was there and we said hi from a distance with our hands, then later with a hug and a kiss.

It's 11:35am on my clock and I'll be going into work soon doing floor support from 1-10pm. I'll write more when I'm there since there seems to be a lot of down time in between questions. That clock keeps changing. It keeps reminding me that I can't sit here in bed comfortable much longer. Music on my head has moved to Fleetwood Mac's "Dreams" only after drifting through a couple of Fischer Spooner tunes.

Quickly things on my mind.... Martin, school registration, seeing my family soon, this weekends' events that I have not decided on attending or not. Bleh.