One of Those Days...

So...today...for the most part..has been pretty chill and laid back. I took a nap instead of going to see Rent again. I took a half day off, but I decided that I couldn't sit in my house all day...and since all of my friends actually work in the same building...I came into the office anyway. For the most part I am feeling a little tired...I basically was on the road from Nov. 5-20 and then PJ was here for six days...and for part of the time he was here...we were back travelling again...the long 52 miles to Santa Fe. And so...really...I just want to sit. Maintain. And not really have to do anything that I don't want to do.

But...life has a quirky way of deciding that it's actually the boss of me...and I'm not the boss of life...and if I could I would curse all of life to utter destruction...but as that would also take me out of the picture...I have to acknowledge life's supremacy over all (there should probably be some cannons sounding at this part). I've got folks calling all wanting to know how the week went with PJ...and...really...it was fantastic. But I just don't have the energy or desire to have the same conversation over and over again. That takes a certain level of pep and pizzaz that I am quite thoroughly missing at the moment. PJ sent me a cryptic message this afternoon that he wants to talk about our relationship...which could mean anything from that he decided on the flight home that he has been suffering from massive cranial hematoma for the last three weeks and that for him this has all been some wierd internally induced acid trip or it could be that he has decided to quite trying to mainstream the queer movement by recognizing that the conversation about marriage has to radically change if all of the work of the movement is to be anything more than reactionary and dictated by the Right, which would just turn my day right around. Somehow...I'm thinking the conversation is going to lean further towards the first than the last.  When I tried to pry some information from him...he only told me to prepare. I'm pretty sure that's exactly what God said to Jesus on the Mount of Olives just before old Judas walked up and laid one on him...and ya'll know how the rest of THAT story turned out. Plus...God is my Father and all...but I'm like an adopted fourth cousin six times removed with red hair and a hair lip...so...basically...I doubt I'll be getting the three day Hell tour with a shiny Resurrection as part of my vacation party package. Please note...NEVER EVER EVER EVER tell the person you are in a relationship with that you need to have a talk about said relationship and be prepared to talk about it without going into just a titch more detail. K? Thanks. Because...even if all you do is plan on telling them that there is a fierce sidewalk sale at Barney's and you think you should registered there for the wedding...it just ain't right. Better that you just spring it on them...just call 'em up...say grab your credit card and any available cash and head to 5th Avenue. Please note...I am Puerto Rican...and I have no problem cutting a bizatch...and I have an excellent Long Distance Cutting Plan...I can cut your ass in Calcutta if need be.

So here I sit in the office. I refuse to do work seeing as how I've taken the day off. But...once I've finished writing this blog...I have pretty much nothing to do but stare at the clock and watch the minutes tick slowly by until 5:30 when...I am told...I must be prepared. I'm glad I put on clean underwear today.