Packing Procrastinator


It's 5 a.m. on May 22, 2008, as I write this. (Hi, still backdating my entries here.) I leave in less than three hours for the airport. In ten hours, I will be in Texas, Lord willing, to see Sexy Beast. He's one of my favorite people on the planet, and he's getting commissioned into the Marines on Friday night. Apparently, I've already mentioned this, so I'll skip along to the new parts.

I'll also hopefully be seeing my friend Jason, the father of my imaginary child and the star of two embarrassing posts. He's a pretty rockin' kid (despite being a ninja) for a multitude of reasons, one of which is that he let me talk him into starting a blog. Currently, he only has one post, but it's part of a series that he'll be writing. The best part? This work of fiction is entirely based on a really vivid dream. Put that in your pipe and smoke it.

On a related note, I'd totally love it if you would read his blog,, and leave a comment encouraging him to continue.

Meanwhile, I'm going to do that whole packing thing and see if I can manage to get to Texas 1) without the fine people at American Airlines scaring the pants off of me and 2) without sobbing my eyes out because I won't be in seat 17F. (Shut up. OCD is hot, and you know it.) Wish me luck, my pretties!