fraulein and i laughed, she keeps me up. but i can't help but babble at her about the arabian. analyze it. pick it apart. microscopic inch by inch. snarled at the Boss Lady a little. flirted with loki, i can't help it, it's like poking a bear. grumped at P-ski about the schedule. apologized. traded music with customers. found a friends requiem to a dying lady, immortal beloved and yo yo ma plays ennio morricone. interesting choices, done with much listening research. (i'm reminded of how much i love the amadeus soundtrack.) apologized to the boss lady. came home, curled up under the window and thought.

meh.

wasted time with my weekly indulgence, Las Vegas. can't get enough of vanessa marcil or that tawny lion of a man, Danny.

thought about taking a walk. instead i just threw open the windows and let the breeze carry my thoughts, fantasies. ate dinner on the back porch. the days are getting colder and i think about my breath in puffs clouding the air. i love the crackling energy in the air.

leave the windows open tonight. snuggle down in the blankets and feather pillows. wish i had a body to nestle with.

again with the sex, this is bad.

dream.