Yeah, I'm updating finally. Do I have any readers left? No? Ah well. That's okay. This is a journal. It doesn't matter whether or not I have readers, as long as I update.

I've sucked about updating. I know. I suck. Ugh. I have several entries I've written in my moleskine journal which I haven't typed up to put here yet. I shall do that when I'm less inebriated.

Yes, I'm drunk. Brad and I drank a bit more than two bottles of wine tonight. "Alice White" makes a decent cheap red wine. Stay away from... what was it? 2000? I don't know. The shiraz is okay. Definitely good for $6. The 60-40 Cabernet Sauvignon / Shiraz is better though.

Brad is asleep in front of the fireplace. He's using a small box as a pillow.

I want to update more often, but I feel as though I never have enough interesting things to say.

Of course on New Year's I was drunk, but I was too busy socializing to post in my diary. There is a video clip from the New Year's party I need to upload somewhere sometime. I'll put a link somewhere.

I'm an idiot. I don't keep in touch with my friends as much as I should. I'm slack. I suck. I apologize.

I've been talking with DD a lot more lately. The phone conversations are going a little bit passed simple friendship. I don't know what to do. She's in DC. I'm in NC. I kind of want to pursue it, but I don't know if it's the right course of action.

I figured out finally that I've lost about 75 pounds thus far. Brad bought a scale. The last time I weighed myself I was 75 pounds heavier than I am now. The funny thing is that then, when I was more rotund, I was able to socialize and meet new people with greater success than I can now. To put it bluntly: I got laid way more often with women who shockingly were less than half my weight.

I don't understand it. I'm confused. Why do women even think to have sex with a round guy like myself? Yeah, I'm drunk and I'm rambling. Get over it.

DD and I... I don't know. She's very cool. Beautiful. Intelligent. Creative. She's a singer for an opera company in Washington, DC. Did that break the anonymity? I doubt it. Nobody is reading this. I burned through a lot of my 1000 rolloever minutes talking to her today. She got me a Christmas gift from my amazon wishlist which recently arrived. Thus, I know how much it cost. Spending that much on someone... It was a full DVD set of an anime I wanted. It was on my wishlist. I don't even know how she found my wishlist.

She's a geek. I'm a geek. She sings. I used to sing. I remarked to Brad earlier how I ought to start working on my voice again. I used to be much better than I am now. I mean, come on, I was Mr. Mushnik in high school. Then I was the Phantom in college. I was a round phantom, but I got damn good reviews. I miss that. I really miss being on stage.

I remember when I was giving DD tips on singing. Now she is the master. Luke, I am your father.

Oh! I finally got the original Star Wars trilogy on DVD, as well as the Harry Potter movies. I can't decide which I'm more excited about. I think perhaps I'm more excited about Star Wars since I like all of those. The Harry Potter movies have been good, but the second one has just blown the others out of the water thus far.

Thus. I've used that word a few times this entry. I shall refrain. Thusly.

I'm amazed my drunken singing to a Tori Amos CD isn't waking Brad up. Then again, I really shouldn't be amazed. That boy could sleep through anything. I'm thinking of taking his wine and drinking it since he didn't finish it before falling asleep. Alcohol Abuse!

Other than the place being somewhat of a mess, living with Brad was probably a good idea. I don't know. His messiness doesn't exactly inspire my tidiness. It just seems to make me care less which in the long run makes me annoyed. I'm working on seeing if he'll want to hire someone to come straighten up for us weekly. There are things I simply cannot do without great difficulty. For example, there is a very high probability that if I use a vacuum cleaner I will just pass out. Not necessarily whilst I'm using it. Sometimes it's after. I do not like passing out.

It's like blinking. Hours can pass, but it's like a blink of the eye. Es no bueno. I don't even know if that's proper Spanish.

I'm on the second revision of my book: Buttons: Golden Booty. I have yet to add the sections I need to flesh it out a bit, but it's getting there. I need to come up with a better title too, I think. I'm not sure. After this revision I'll probably let people read it.

Scratch that. I'll probably let very few select people read it. Top of the list: V. I'm sorry, V, I haven't even read anyone's updates since the holidays. I'm horrible. I apologize. I feel crappy about it. I keep saying, "oh, I didn't even check to see if there were updates, but I'll just call," but I just haven't called. I don't know how my friends stay my friends when I have difficulty picking up the phone to call them.

Guitar. I've been diligently working on learning Recuerdos de la Alahambra or however it's spelled. I can play it, I know. It's more of a memorization thing. It's very long. So beautiful. That's why I play guitar: to play beautiful songs. Some are simle. Some are not quite so simple. It can be a challenging song that'll make people go "Oooo" because of my technical difficulty, but I don't give a shit. If it isn't pretty then I don't even make the attempt to learn it.

DD. Why do women have such power over men? We were friends. We "went out" for a little while and decided to call it quits when she had to move away.

I made vegan cashew butter cookies. You know, like peanut butter cookies, but with cashew butter instead of peanut butter. They were quite, quite tasty. Unfortunately between Jen, B, and I they did not last long. I think I might make more and send them in the mail to those who want them.

Kelly, I never mailed your holiday gift because I didn't get an address. It'll be late, but better late than never.

I have other gifts to send as well, I've just been unable (lazy) to get to Fed-Ex or whatever.

Enough for now. I'm going to see if I can get B to go sleep in his room instead of in front of the fireplace.