O Elegant Indolence

This having a weekend off is pretty freakin' sweet. Luxurious, even. Is this what all you Weekend Warriors crow about so lustily? Add the fact that Joe has a completely fluke weekend off as well and I'm beginning to think I must start consulting star charts. We're too broke to really go anywhere or do anything, but we did have a great lunch together at P.F. Chang's and spent the rest of the day just talking it easy. I think that's what I crave the most right now -- just total and utter relaxation. Today was a little bit more of the same, although I did manage to get some much needed errands run. Thought about stopping by my friend's grocery store but I kinda chickened out at the last minute. Even though she and I seem to be doing a lot better these days I still feel a little intrusive whenever I try to contact her. I really want to do our weekly late-night coffee and donut runs again. I miss those obnoxiously caffeinated gigglefests. I miss her company.

I keep checking the Circus Theatricals website obsessively every day for news on Jack's latest production. Not that I can afford to go back to L.A. this year. Heck, I can barely afford gas money to get me to work and back as it is. I bet the cost of plane tickets are astronomical due to fuel prices and shortages.

And is it wrong for me to want to attend next year's AVN Expo? I've never... uh, done anything like that before in my life, and I would relish the new experience. Although I admit I wouldn't even bother going if Papa isn't going to be there. But what would I say to the guy if I met him face to face? Errr... great job, Mr. Holmes? Nice...uh, equipment? Funny how easily I can communicate with him via email but will likely dissolve into the Insta-Stammer-O-Matic once I'm in his presence, much like I was with Jack. Plus it's too close to Christmas and I'm always financially wiped throughout the month of January as a result.

I miss Sci-Con.