So, I missed yesterday and I’m desperately behind today, but I want to keep myself on track. So here’s the twenty minutes. My study is a sty and I really shouldn’t be writing, but I’ve found my train tickets and I don’t want to work on another website right now, so I’m just going to write what pops into my pretty little head.

First, EXCITED about vacation. Well, not really. I’m more just “calmly anticipating”. As I said I’ve found my tickets, need to pack and scrub up some cash. I’ve confirmed the room. Going with my buddy SD, and I’ve listed out my rules to him:

I, too, pledge to be a good travel buddy. I’ve been told that I’m actually quite a hoot to have. Some things you should know: My goal is to relax. There might be an evening or an afternoon where I stay in or go off and just read. Don’t be alarmed. I will forewarn you and we’ll make sure it works for you. My therapist tells me that I require the quiet time.

Second, I know that this is about your vacation time as well, so I’m very open to being who you need me to be–ex, bf, or fb–to get your bf, man-of-your-dreams, or hook-up. I really do hope that you to go out and hunt a bit.

Third, I’m not interested in divulging to the posse anything that happens in Chicago. Anything sworn to secrecy stays in Chicago. If you want to be the terrifying Leather Pig from Hell, so be it. None will be the wiser, because that’s what vacations are for.

Fourth, if you need to have some fun and need our room, just give me a heads-up so that I can try to accommodate. However, I, as do you, get right of first refusal, i.e. if it’s not good for one and one doesn’t want to accommodate we respect the roomie’s wishes before committing to the kill. BTW, bf and I maintain a Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell policy when it comes to that sort of thing, but I have no ambitions for a hook-up.

And there they were, out of the way without any fear of crazy moments. My vacation would remain intact and I would have some company. Now that I think about it, I’m a little more excited about getting away than I am about seeing a foo-foo play. R pointed out that after Hamlet everything in Shakespeare seems a little dull. I think she’s right. I look to moments in Othello and in King Lear but I’m having a rough time thinking of a whole play other than Hamlet that works entirely. In fact, Hamlet‘s the play I thought of when asked what was my favorite.

Ah well. Maybe Stewart will make me love Tempest too.

In other news, the cold is gone. The bf’s parents house is now habitable again after renovation and it’s sweet! There is a bit of Frankensteinian (new construction, old 1950′s house) going on. But it’s just so much nicer now. There even talk from Mother-In-Law to pulling some of the zealot blue that’s on every wall in the house. Thank God!

Okay stopping now. It was more like 30 mins but I got distracted with work.

Finishing X-Men: Legends Age of Apocolypse, having a nice chat w/S, came to the conclusion, "Time for the TV to stop!" Can’t seem to balance my time of reading literature & magazines, watching TV, catching movies, playing video games, getting to the gym, and rebuilding myself for a competition. And working, loving, living, of course. Sigh, I’m really going to miss my Oprah fix. But as they say, "When I was a child I thought as a child…"

Proviso: I can watch TV with other people as a social event. I can watch a DVD for 2 hours twice a week. I can go to the movies by myself. Hmm, I probably will need other loopholes, but I have cast a spell already. I will look at it as a crystal console ornament that has some interesting properties that are too addictive to be entertained alone. The spell on video games is: I will see them as the repetitive chores they are with a bit more fun, color, and music. Grr would say: "I miss you, cupcake!"