Today I gave a speech on capital punishment that I wrote this morning. I dressed up for it. I'm pretty sure I got reamed on the speech, and I know my heels have blisters from the damn shoes. I asked Ann today if instead of being a techie behind the trellis if I can be a pirate behind the trellis. She said that as long as I don't do anything distracting, it's okay with her. I was accused this evening of being a womanizer. I was quite offended and told her that. Then I kissed her hand. No, I didn't prove her point. Hush. I really need to perfect my mad handkissing skills, yo. I'm rather erratic about style. I think I need to pick a way to do it and stick with it, changing only for circumstance and occasion. I need someone to cuddle with. I've got a really good idea for a play. Take "Snow White" and modernize it. Make the seven dwarves not be dwarves, but a group of people with each representing one of the seven deadly sins. I'm tired. I need sleep. Slainte John-Boy
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