Heather was called back to the ER to take a CAT scan, because they found a fracture in her "orbital," she says. Orbital ridge? I'm thinking? Now she's home.

Heather's okay. I got her a little after 2AM and she hadn't sustained any injuries they could detect or treat. She fell asleep on the couch and I couldn't get her up to go to bed. Eventually she made her way into the bedroom ( Read more... )

My "day" sort of began at around 5:30 PM. I'd already been up all night, visited with Harry, and seen him off to his train home. Went home and crashed, and woke to a call from the agency that hired me for a contract position in Manhattan. Apparently the client had changed its mind and wanted me to do a one week trial period during which I would be ( Read more... )

I'm waiting for a cab to get Heather a cannoli cake. Found out far too late that the particular item I wanted to get Heather is out of my current price range, so I may pick her up something else if I have time. I better get going on making her a really nice dinner for when she gets home.

We finally kicked our roommate out. I actually put the phone, phone book open to the non-emergency police number, a pen, and a pad of paper in Heather's lap, and she called to file a report on the videocamera. Two cops came over and asked to look through his room, so we let them in. Within five minutes, one of the cops found my change mug stashed ( Read more... )

I finally found what was making the apartment smell bad. It was a bag of rotting potatoes. Raspberries to Heather, who always wants to blame bad smells on the kitty box. She hates my kitties ( Read more... )

I went to Transecting the Academy this weekend, and it went well. I enjoyed the conference, my paper was well received, I met cool people. Did an interview for the tranny sex video and nearly made Aidan cry describing how in love I am. Gush ( Read more... )

Last night I went into Manhattan to get paid for some house painting I did last weekend, and to meet up with some of the folks from Trannie at the Boiler Room. On the train into Manhattan, there were these three young, huge black guys, high school age I reckon, being rowdy and messing with people. One of them starts in on me, razzing my dirty, ( Read more... )