I was actually home much earlier than now. Deana wasn’t at work so a friend and I went to Colette’s on the way taking me home. My cocktail didn’t amuse me. I really wanted to hang out with Deana. I guess I am a creature of habit. I am used to Wednesday and Thursday being my nights to hang out with Deana while she works.

Tonight was boring. Other than the discovery of the “fruitcake lady”. I first encountered this woman that probably resembles me in the far future at the Pub on Bourbon. As we passed by something about her voice sounded familiar and like it was something I wanted to see. When I got inside I laughed my ass off. She is about as brutally honest and tactless as I am often known to be, and then some. I loved it.

When I got home I was lucky enough to find her on T.V. I had to show Jacque.

I just went out tonight because I didn’t want to stay in, then when I got out I didn’t want to be out. I am just in one of those moods I guess. If you are familiar with the Musical of T.S. Elliots’ poetry and Andrew Loyd Webber’s composition “Cats” then you would know what I mean when I say I feel like the Rum Tum Tugger. I just have that feeling rising where I am not fulfilled or satisfied and I am curious as to my other options.

Oh, one cute thing though…not knowing that Sean and Mariah were planning to do a white and black stripe motif between just the two of them, I walked in matching perfectly. People thought I was in on it. I didn’t know, and I hadn’t worn this shirt in a long while. Cute little coincidence.

Just another night of antsy aggitation and difficulty finding sleep. maybe I should have a glass of Shiraz like Jacque, red wine is a great sedative.