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Did a contract job until around midnight, then went to bed. Had some yummy snuggling (sure, it's a euphemism, but there was snuggling involved), and then went to sleep.

Then.

Spent what felt like the whole night having upsetting dreams in which I am disappointing cute-poet-chick by not moving out of her place quickly enough. I would awaken, shake it out of my brain, fall back to sleep, and have the same dream over again. Get up, go to the bathroom, go to sleep, have the dream.

NOT conducive to a good night's rest.

*sigh*

Let me tell you, when that woman would beam her adoration at me, I felt like the whole world was soaked in adoration. When I lost her approval, it was like my guts were ripped out. Clearly, I'm not completely over it yet.

Still hungover from it, but it's an easy day at work, and then I may exercise my newfound freedom and skip the Nomad tonight. We'll see.

My boss tried to cut my hours to eight a *week* yesterday. Not gonna happen. She's going to try to find me at least twenty hours by next week, or I'm gonna walk. It was time for a change anyway.

If anyone will be in Berkeley around noon, I sure could use some lunch company. I work at the corner of Telegraph and Bancroft, and lunch is from noon to 1. Any takers?

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tenacious_snail is one of those lovely, comfy friends who always makes my day better. Thank you, dear one, for picking up what was until then a very down day. Just finished off the rest of my yummy salad. Mmmmmmmm.

May I introduce you...

Remember when I told you that my friends and co-workers are fascinating people? Well, they are. I'd like to introduce you to one of the newest of my co-worker/friends, Danny Kodmur. He's got a standing invitation to any of my parties (typo: partners) that involves any cultural content at all (or, really, any of my parties), but check out his writing:

On solitude, isolation, and not settling for a life that's not right for him

On cities, the family closet, and how it's sometimes easier to handle being "the Disabled One" without reminding folks that one is also the Queer One

On his "Secret [Hetero] History"

At the bottom of the page are links to lots more of his articles.

[Edit: Yeesh, how could I miss this one, on food and fat, that ends with the following:

That's what I can try to do for myself, but what of my community? What if every gay establishment currently offering booze-saturated activities like beer busts or drinking contests started sponsoring food-related events as well? Bear Dim Sum Buffets, Leather Daddy Ice Cream Socials, and S & M Picnics sure sound like more fun for the teetotallers among us; such eating events would also serve as clear evidence that we as a community are not afraid of food—six-packs, plastic images and gym bodies be damned.

Let's eat! I wonder how we should start, with what, and with whom ...

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