Strange again

That's the response from MyBeautifulMan.

I asked how he was doing. I thought it wonderful for once because he actually answered a question.

He refuses to. Even the simple ones.

I'm not sure what to do. It drives me nuts.

What is my shelter?

What am I grateful for? Is there a truth in that?

Questions of the day to be thought of, considered, written down and contemplated.

Pray first, then listen.

One of the great things about my new city

There's a day to be had when you don't expect it.

Long day on the island, spent it alone, working on future, taking to a friend, hanging with family and sightseeing. I even sent a video to ScrubJunior and ScrubJuniorette.

I kinda feel like a normal person.

But I still want to eat and I should be not...

I might be able to withstand it.

Far forward a half day. I did not withstand it. I ate. I ate again. And now I need a nap.

So there's Manhattan

Rolling downtown for the second time in as many days.

Interview for jobs I'm quite frankly over qualified for and quite frankly lucky to get. Means I can move upwards socially.

Which is good since the focus has been "bottoms". I'm realizing I've got a bunch of bottoms. And they all have had trap doors.

Upwards, slowly but surely. He I come.