Last night went really well at the show. Ricki Comeaux opened for us. She was really good, and I want to catch her playing at the Buddha belly.

One more show and Lil Beaux Peepshow goes on break for 2 weeks. And that show is my Birthday Bash. Amrita arrives Friday, and the Flying Cat Circus will be doing the show too.

I woke this morning and made it home from the XBF’s house. I climbed back in bed and waited for my session to confirm. The house was cold (I am easily cold) so I spent most of the day trying to find oppritunities to climb back between the covers.

I watched Lost in Translation last night. I kind of liked it. It was very much where two people realize that the least sexual relationship they are conducting is, in fact, the most close and romantic of all their relations. If it were set in America the Paparazzi would have exposed them for infidelity even though they never had sex together. They were both miserable in their marriages. I found myself thinking that 25 years talking to the same person everyday would suck! I am so not meant for marriage and cohabittation. I need my space. I am quite domineering when it comes to cohabittation, and I don’t want to have anyone in my life that much of the day. I cherish my solitude. I may be alone, but I’m not lonely.