Afternoon Protien Shakes and Culture Shock

By the time the plane landed, I caught the Rocehster Shuttle Bus, a cab back to the bungalow, ran some errons and had lunch with imyaj, not only did I reincarnate into the wicked Witch of the west, I needed sleep.

The nap in my own bed was falling into a seafull bliss.

Thankfully it all worked out in the end. Thankfully I have the next week to unravel and get back into the land of the living. Going back to work anytime soon would be detrimental not only to my own personal health, but emotional well being as well.

Went to the Ultra Lounge for "gay night". Wore my latest thrift finds, and got more than several compliments on the get-up! For a long time, I felt like king of the world-I havn't felt that well in so long, it was a natural high-without any preservatives.

I'm not stupid. I'm no pawn. The game players were out in full force, and in my self-induced drunken stupor, it was best to pull out when I did, and sleep. Sleep.

Pretty unproductive day-somewhat. At least I have a plan, and the afternoon visitor definately held up to his or her standards to say the least. I find it facinating in the socialogical sense the motivation and psychology behind another person, more-or-less a stranger, who behind dark eyes holds a vast encylopedia of knowledge.....
.... much like those eyes of the homeless guy in San Fran (one of several) but the one I made eye contact with, the vast black hole of nothing filled with tales only known to the author who has yet to speak any words....

And so it goes...