I sound awful but feel pretty good. My feeling of exuberance might have more to do with a rather successful sales meeting more so than my general sense of health. This morning, I left the house with the butter and cinnamon & raisin bread sitting out on the counter completely untouched. Apparently I intended to eat breakfast but just plum forgot. It’s things like that that make me think it is for the best that I have not reproduced.

Tonight is Blobfest. I can hardly wait to run out of the Colonial Theater in organized chaos! I wonder if my MySpace Friend, Creighton will be in attendance as he was last year? I HOPE SO!!!!! Yesterday I was sitting in a very important meeting with a client and as they rambled about technical requirements and other such mumbo jumbo I thought about what outfit I should wear to BLOBFEST.

Driving around in circles today I thought about the TomTom and how it might be a good investment sooner rather than later. I have no spatial reasoning. I am completely and utterly directionally challenged.

Mapquest now allows you to add stops to your route! This is fabulous because before I would have to print my first set of directions, go back to the map, click Reverse Route, clear out the second address, add a new address, rinse and repeat. Truth is, I should get a GPS device. I understand the TomTom is really great and rather affordable. The thing is, I am still not traveling that much so I think maybe I will wait until Christmas time before I make that purchase.

Tonight is Blobfest and I still sound like Dorothy from the Golden Girls. I refuse to submit to this bug! I am not sick and I sound like Lauren Bacall!

I’ve been so busy. The only time I get to stop and be is that moment right before I fall asleep at night. Yesterday I awoke with a very deep, husky voice. I keep telling myself I sound like Lauren Bacall but I know I sound more like Bea Arthur. I keep saying, “BOR-ISS, Git skavirl!” So far I have been successful at keeping any bug that has penetrated my health deflector shield at bay. I must not fall sick because Blobfest is this weekend! I refuse to miss it!

I must see the movie My Super Ex-Girlfriend!

Last night, Lisa and I went to Barbara’s house and we ate hoagies and watched Point of No Return. Would you believe this is my first time seeing that movie? I am a huge La Femme Nikita fan but for some reason I never watched the American version. I guess I just knew it wasn’t that great. Watching the movie and Bridget Fonda’s skinny frame, I wanted to eat a candy bar. There was no way I could suspend my disbelief enough to believe this skinny little wee girl could drop any man using her fists.

I am trying to get myself ready for the trip into Manhattan. I’ve been working from home the last couple days. It’s been nice but I need some direct human interaction. August is quickly approaching and I am very close to having an office in Philly. It will be strange to always work from an office but I think it will be a good thing for me.

Davy agrees with me!

“I would not work with those guys again if my life depended on it,” says Jones, who was born in Manchester, England, but has owned a home in this rural Florida town for 20 years.

“I can’t be responsible for their attitudes and the way they treat people. The way they talk.”

Jones, who performs Sunday at the Taste of Minnesota in St. Paul, says part of the bitterness from the last reunion came — in his opinion — because Michael Nesmith, Peter Tork — and, to a lesser extent, Micky Dolenz — think of themselves as rock stars, and not veterans of a popular 1960s sitcom about rock stars. The four rarely agree on anything.

“I’ve got friends that I’ve known for 40 years, and a lot of people that I don’t know that talk to me as if they do know me,” he says. “Which makes me feel good. I’ve touched a lot of people’s lives. The Monkees touched a lot of people’s lives, and I can’t destroy that by going out with those guys and having bad attitudes around me.”

Davy is just the ginchiest!

He has applied for U.S. citizenship — something he says he should’ve done years ago.

“This is such a beautiful, amazing country; there are so many places you can go,” Jones says. “This is where my loyalty lies now … I want to be American. I’ve been here since 1962, and everything was given to me. So I want to die an American, 30 years from now.”

What a weekend! I feel like I need a couple days off just to recover from it!

Last night Lisa and I went to the World Cafe Live! to see Katie Melua (pronounced MEL ah wa). We both expected a dive. Tons of people pushed together in a seedy little bar. We were very wrong. The World Cafe Live is in a new building and it’s spacious and modern and lovely. The atmosphere was more of a restaurant than anything. The people who were in the audience were older and everyone sat in their seats and grooved to her music. Seeing and hearing Katie in person isn’t much different than listening to her recorded music. It’s sounds almost exactly the same. She is absolutely beautful and I couldn’t get over what she has accomplished in her 22 years. I think it’s about talent and drive. Few people have both qualities. The one thing I found funny is she went through a bunch of guitars. Reminded me of a Rick Springfield concert I went to years ago in which after each song he’d throw his guitar backstage and another guitar would be thrown back at him. The thing is, Katie apparently studied under the great guitarist, Danny Bonaduce. All she seemed to do was hold it and strum it every now and then. Strange. Regardless of the her subdued guitar playing, her music moves me. Her voice sounds like an angel.

Sunday seemed to last forever. I think it’s because I got up extra early and was in constant movement the entire day. When I finally went to sleep, I had the most incredible dreams of a future on a different planet. The dream was long and full of detail. Even in my dream I was amazed. Houses could collapse and expand, people were able to change their size, the night sky was full of stars and floating ships.

I am feeling the beginnings of a reoccurance of vertigo. I noticed it yesterday when I went to find friends who were coming to visit me but had gotten lost. I got in my car to find them and lead them back to the donnavilla. On my way to find them, I found myself feeling very light-headed. Definitely not a good feeling to have while driving. At some point last night, I awoke and when I got up, I felt the room spin around me. Then this morning, I leaned back and let my head rest on the back of my office chair. Immediately I felt the room swirl. I guess I am going to have to start doing those Brandt-Daroff Exercises again.

We are 13.7 billion light-years from the edge of the observable universe,
That’s a good estimate with well-defined error bars,
Scientists say it’s true, but acknowledge that it may be refined,
And with the available information, I predict that I will always be with you

Back from Rocky Horror. Every year the cast gets better! I got a lot of great footage however I ran out of memory during the Sword of Damocles number. It’s okay because Audra performed mostly in the beginning and so the scenes that I shot were the ones she appeared in. I will probably upload some stuff late tomorrow to YouTube.

I gotta go to bed, I am so tired.

In a way, it’s a good thing most guys are assholes. It makes it all the more easier to recognize the right one. When a man takes a piss on me, I really should thank him. Instead of wasting my time, I am freed to continue my search for the right man.

I got my hair cut this afternoon. I always feel so nice after a good haircut. Aprille does a fantabulous job (Salon 39 in Doylestown, ask for Aprille). Lisa and I are going to our parents’ house for dinner. We were both there earlier today. I dropped Lisa off so she could go garage sale-ing with Mom and Barb. I stayed behind and spent time with Dad. This evening Lisa and I are going to Rocky Horror in Phoenixville. It should be a lot of fun. It always is… except I have a hard time grappling with that dirty feeling that consumes me. Oh well!