loose thinking. no brain power.

I spent a long day with a tall gay man who I made horrible jokes about cancer with.
It was one of those days.
The customers weren't too irritating and I was able to escape for a couple of hours and do a side project.

Tomorrow I have the distinct pleasure of being at work at seven-fucking am. Actually that isn't quite true. They said I could come in at seven thirty. I am a little more nervous these days. They are giving me more hours and they kind of give me room to decide what I will take and when I will come on. Plus the capricious boss is being even more chummy with me as of late.
Once she found that we had similar taste in books and clothes she really likes to talk to me a lot.
I am just playing calm. I think I will play like France played Germany. Be docile, agree when your life is at stake and don't make any sudden movements.
Oh if De Gaulle were with me. He would help.
Because of this chummy-like atmosphere I have acquired two weeks off in September so Mr. Jenner and I can go abroad.
I am very excited. Now to begin my research.

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I acquired a bunch of free food magazines at work. I am quite pleased. Plus a co-worker gave me a rather lovely goat cheese sauce recipe I may have to try out. He is my little gay foodie friend. He reads Gore Vidal and likes to cook complicated dishes. He isn't too queenish (which is nice) and he knows the good gossip.

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I am now very warm, very tired and I have on hardly any clothes. My first order of business when I came home tonight was to remove all unnecessary clothing.
Even with 'two-clothes' I was too warm.

I suspect neither one of us will cook dinner.