Contrasting

Distraction. Pure and simple. I really do have a lot that I'd like to write about but I never seem to get into the writing mood for some reason.

Work is boring. I'm sitting here and that is first & foremost on my mind. The job is easy and not particularly busy. But I'll be reading and getting really into it when the phone rings. On top of it all, this is the worst hell desk I've ever worked on. I mean, they give you just a smitten of training and a pittance of resources with which to do your job. I have to put people on hold constantly so I can get up and wander around trying to find someone who's been here longer than I who isn't already on a call.

On the bright side, my contract here is only for another month so the insanity may not last much longer. Also of good tidings, Gina forwarded my resume upwards and onwards at her second place of employment. I think the job title is Systems Support Specialist. With a title like that, you know it's nothing spectacular but it could be a gig where I am not tied to the phone. Plus I have no future here - I am just here in case of a strike or lock-out. I am a measley contractor. It would be nice to actually be hired by someone so I'd have benefits again and whatnot. I was going to bring in Sunday's classifieds but completely spaced on it. But there's always plenty of online job boards to peruse.

Since it's been so slow here, I've been emailing myself e-books to read. And to proofread. OCR technology ain't perfect, ya know. The past week or so I've read Dude, Where's My Country? & Downsize This! by Michael Moore and Bill Maher's When You Ride Alone. Now I'm in the middle of Greg Palast's The Best Democracy Money Can Buy. Palast is a reporter best known for his expose on the Florida election scandal in 2000 and that's what this book is about. He's the main source for Moore's rants in print and on celluoid about Bush being an illegitimate president. Reading such stuff is simultaneously depressing and angering. Corruption, lying, greed, and lots of little people getting fucked over royally. On top of this, I've been listening to the audio book of Ron Suskind's The Price of Loyalty when I got to bed. Such things don't really put me in a mood to deal with corporate bullshit.

I turned 32 on Tuesday. Not particularly different than 31, truth be told. After I got home, I started troubleshooting the home computer of some manager here who enlisted my services. Then The Dulcinea came over after dusk. And she came bearing gifts. Got some chocolate, a bunch of condoms, a condom in chocolate, and a toy. To top things off, I got blowjob while the toy was used on me. So, all in all, an extremely nice set of gifts. As I laid there relaxing, I began to fall asleep. But The Dulcinea would have none of it. She began fiddling with my naughty bits and got only minimal response. Then she pulled out the lube and got the reaction she sought. One second she is lying next to me with a hand between my legs and the next she is on top of me putting my member inside her. My brain came to its senses and I got into the swing of things.

This was 2 days ago and I'm jonesing for more sex. Then I read a favorite's diary earlier this morning and read that she hasn't been laid in months. I felt badly for her but also extremely lucky to be getting regular nookie. But it's not enough. Oh! I should also mention that I feel exceedingly lucky that, after The Dulcinea and I had our conversation, that she is still wanting me around. Most of you gals said that you couldn't be in a relationship consisting purely of casual sex without emotionally connection. I didn't think she could either but I guess she has found a bit of peace with it. But I know this is all on borrowed time so I must get my arse in gear and seek out a new dulcinea. I think I'll call her my Inamorata. Long hair - I've been getting fired up to be able to run my fingers through a nice, long mane. Seeing these womyn on the street with their hair blowing in the wind - it drives me crazy.

This is how my brain has been lately - wavering between deep, heady thoughts of politics & morals and pure, unadulterated musings of fornication. Quite a contrast.

Oh! Prof. Martin replied that he'd be keen on doing that radio interview so I've gotta apply for a time slot with WORT and do some creative scheduling.