Back to work today. Weekend over. Slept ok. I think Bill went to sleep at 1:30 or so because that’s when I woke up and had difficulty going back to sleep. No need to take a Tylenol PM no mater what Lily Taylor says on the commercial. I did fall back to sleep soon enough and I am happy to report that I didn’t have any dreams involving me falling so there was no thrashing about and no hitting Bill in the middle of the night, much to his relief and mine. In a totally unrelated note I am trying for the umpteenth time to download the latest version of iTunes. It ain’t going well.

It was a Monday at work of course and it was quite busy. One of my assorted tasks is to book conference rooms, and today it was a free for all, not my doing. Just that people would book rooms then cancel without telling me and then the room would be vacant and if it was supposed to go to people at the time allotted and people were still in there the people who booked the room would take another room and if that was booked already….

It went on like this most of the afternoon. I told whoever wanted a room to go ahead and take it since we seem to be using squatter’s rights. That will change tomorrow, mark my words. Mark them!

The plan for an office party has been set forth and the party is planned for next Thursday, not the upcoming Thursday. I’m bringing Bill who will see the various personalities I work with. Of course they’ll be on their best behavior and not being the people they truly are in the office. It should be interesting, and having seen the menu I’m planning on grabbing a snack beforehand. Not a fan of seafood and shrimp cocktails, and I’m not a fan of cheese (unless on pizza). I’m sure they have Guinness though. Relatively sure, at least.

At the Save Darfur rally yesterday Bill and I walked through the crowd under a blue sky and lot’s of sun. Various speakers like Mira Sorvino spoke, and musicians like Suzanne Vega who sang some of her hits along with some new songs. She also sang ‘Luka’ and ‘Tom’s Diner’. She sand the latter accapella just like she originally did, the audience clapped along and Bill and I sand the dut dut doo doo parts on the chorus. That song is close to 16 years old. I was going out with Gus Mackenzie at the time. Crikey!

Seems like long ago. I ran into Damian, an old friend of Julio’s whom I see more often than Julio does. Damian’s a great guy, quite a handsome dude. He worked at McSwells occasionally and Julio busted me on the fact that I had the hots for Damian back then when he’d be wearing bike shorts that looked like he was squeezing 5 ponds in a two pound crotch. Ay caramba! Left nothing to the imagination. All the gay birds at McSwells were always so a twitter when he dressed like that. I was cool though.

Spent last night with Bill, Julio and Juan last night watching ‘Walk The Line’ the Johnny Cash biographical movie with Joaquin Phoenix and Reese Witherspoon. Very good, they both sang. She deserved her Academy Award for her role as June Carter Cash. Joaquin was very good, but she brought such a light to his gloomy story. Probably a lot like his life, downward spiral, going nowhere, addiction to pills, then she shows up and doesn’t instantly reform, but gradually over a couple of years. It’s recommended, not a bad flick, and Joaquin’s voice is a very close approximation of the Man in Black.

I didn’t sleep too well stemming from the toe incident and at some point while sleeping a woke up flailing my arms because I dreamt I was falling, unfortunately I was hitting Bill with my arms. Strangeness. I swear it was from the falling dream which could be related to the World Trade Center footage I watched on Monday. Tends to haunt my dreams sometimes after I’ve seen the images. Still horrific, and it doesn’t get better with time. I apologized right then and there, to Bill and a few times after that before he went off to church.

It was another gorgeous day today. I walked out and got the papers and some bagels, said namaste to the Indian guy behind the counter. He gets a kick from me, big goofy white guy greeting him in Hindi. The way to say good bye is Au jus, or oh Jew, or something like that, as I’m frequently corrected and never seem to grasp the proper pronunciation and it makes them giggle. Bill got me started on the namaste business so blame him. I do enjoy saying hello and goodbye in various languages. It gives me the opportunity to make people laugh.

Bill and I met up in the city and he joined me in going to the rally to Save Darfur. There were rallies all over the world and we went to the rally in Central Park. It was great Bill joined me, even though it only a few blocks from where he went to church this morning. So after he met me in midtown we got off the train where he was just at an hour or so previously.

A laugh was not on the menu when I got a phone call from my dear sweet chocolate sister in Washington DC, Billie. He called and apologized for not calling me on my birthday, which I easily forgave him since I had just spoken to him a week or so before. But no, life had dealt his family a bad hand and Billie was calling with the news that his sister was murdered by her boyfriend last weekend. Terrible news indeed. I never met her, but she was living with a brute in the 2nd house that Billie owned next door to his first house. Billie had the brute thrown out and she followed wherever the brute went. Sadly, it lead to her demise.