Slept till 3pm. Have done very little since. Gonna jump in the shower and head over to Momma's place. The folks are getting old enough that they need someone else to change lightbulbs for them. I don't mind, it is way better than the thought of them up on a chair or a ladder. Can you spell disaster?
On a happier note, I have a date on Friday. With a technically married woman. Eek! We'll see how that plays out.
Hot Latina called and left a message yesterday apologizing for being a bad friend. It sounded like she was almost crying. I can't figure out if she is apologizing for the incident or for avoiding me since.
I am listening to Me & Mr. Jones and it includes the line "What kind of fuckery is this". I am in love.
I haven't found my slump buster yet but it seems things are looking up, but not quite as up as I hoped. In addition to Married Latina, and Hot Latina who is an emotional and issue filled wreck, I am pretty sure that the 20 year old cute-as-a-button Irish girl at work was flirting with me and mentioned she only dates older men. I am not sure if she realizes that her last older man is 10 years younger than I am.
I really got to get the Fuck out of dodge. I do promise to write at least something about Vegas in the next few days. I really need a laptop so I can take it with me on these misadventures.