Trying to sleep in the wee hours of the night, but needing to pour another chapter out of my brain before it can rest... here i am making a post!

Lara's off in Florida this week, so i've been trying to keep busy with work and writing. I completed the long-put-off task of going through the boxes at my mother's house and pulling out all the stuff I've been wanting to bring here, as well as condensing the space (down to three bins!) I also dropped by to see my old friend Mike and his dad. Some folks just never change, but that can be a good thing. I caught up with them and met their cute new kittens.  I also learned that one of my oldest friends was just arrested for being an idiot (not the official charge, but I don't feel like explaining it). Some folks never change, and that can be a bad thing. 

Had dinner with my mom and sister tonight at Victoria Station and learned that my habit of trying the clam chowder at every place I go to may have been inherited from my grandfather. He says it's only good if the spoon stands up on its own, and I agree.

New hours at work mean that I now have my evenings free! Hooray for the new potential of doing a rehearsal schedule! Such a thing was unthinkable for the past few months...years, actually... but now there is at least the potential for it.

Tomorrow (or today, i guess) and Saturday, I expect to be doing some mega-cleaning around the house in preparation for Lara's return home on Sunday. It's been a laundry-filled week and the effects have ben far-reaching. I've informed her that while she was away, I was in the company of many beautiful young ladies who indulged themselves in sitting in my lap, licking my face and pooping on the floor. At 6:30 am I go to do it all again.