Thursday, July 7, 2005

Monday, July 4th, I did nothing. I slept for nearly 11 dream drenched hours, and woke up feeling fantastic, and well rested. You know how sometimes you sleep too much, or too little and you just feel like crap? Well that didn't happen, so apparently I really needed that. Monday night I rented some movies and stayed in to watch them. The movies were: "Dark Harbor" & "The Caveman's Valentine"; the first one was ok, with plot twists that I'd seen in other movies, and the latter was rather lovely actually. I had never heard of either film, and sometimes that's a nice kind of moderate treat. lol

Tuesday, I got up around 11:30am to get ready for work. Mark drove to the condo to pick me up (we do this all the time, since we share the car), and then he drove us back to his work so I could take the car to my job, since I get off before him on weekdays. So he was driving us to his job, and he started driving under the speed limit, which is odd for him in general, and odd for the day because I was cutting it pretty close and I hate being late (even though I often am late for things outside of work, which doesn't bother me at all). Mark said he felt tired all of a sudden, but that passed so I left him at his job, but told him that if he needed anything to just call me at work.

I was at work for 20 minutes or so (with Bryan & Scott) when Mark called, wanting a ride to the hospital. Bryan let me go, and Mark & I spent the next 4 or 5 hours in the Emergency Room, with maybe an hour in another place where he was tested for blood clots, which he was afraid he might have because one of his legs hurt and a was a bit swollen; they ruled the blood clot thing out, which was very good news, but he still felt crappy, which wasn't good. After another few hours, Mark said it was fine if I left, as I didn't need to be there, and I was tired & hungry, and in need of a shower.

Now some people might have felt the need to stay with their friend/love/lover/ex-bf blah blah blah, but about 2 years ago I was in the hospital and Mark was waiting for me, and while I was very comforted by his presence at first (indeed I wouldn't have gone to the hospital in the first place and would surely have died), after I had a space and had been taken care of, and exhaustion finally set in, I told him he could go, and I'd be fine, and he did, and I was grateful that he had - I was grateful because he had given me everything that I needed that day, even his absence, which didn't mean that I didn't love him or want him near me, but sometimes people need space, and you have to give them that too.

I went home & showered, and ate, and I crawled up on to my bed, and I really wanted to sleep, but I was a bit paranoid that the phone would ring, with Mark on the other end letting me know he needed a ride, or that they had found something, or...anything really, and I that the phone wouldn't wake me up. Sometimes my phone doesn't even ring; there is just the sound that my phone makes when someone leaves a message, and it only makes it the one time, so if I miss it, I'm screwed. I tried watching the remaining movie I had rented (I returned the other 2 when I went to work), which was "Chain of Desire" on VHS (it's not available on DVD) which I don't think is so much of a tragedy. Maybe it was just the day I was having, but the movie seemed kind of lame, and I shut it off after a half hour, and took it back to Hollywood.

I went to the hospital and parked in the structure. Mark was in the ER, and they were testing him for anemia, which we're pretty sure he doesn't have. Long story short, they didn't find anything, and they think he was just dehydrated, which Mark & I don't buy, because he drinks bottled water every damned day, and he's been eating better the last few days than he has in a while so the anemia thing seems weird. The staff was really nice though, and all the people who spoke to Mark and me with respect, and most of them, I'm sure, assumed that Mark & I are a couple. We are actually; a couple of old friends who have seen just about everything there is to see of the other - and that's not something I'd trade for anything.

Tuesday night I was tempted to go to the bar, but I also wanted to spend time with Mark and make sure he was alright. He enjoys watching television shows with me, which has happened less & less over the years as I've grown dissatisfied with what television has to offer. I asked him if he wanted to watch "The L Word", and he said yes. We watched 2 episodes; one of them featuring a cover of a song that I'm using on the Shawn Project - which I so have to buy!

After Mark went to bed I ended up chatting with Shawn on yahoo.messenger & it was really great. We've exchanged e-mails (sort of) but there's been no connection, which I've really hated. The conversation took care of that. After talking to him, I worked on editing some tracks for the project, and then I watched 2 more episodes of "The L Word", (which I'm enjoying a lot right now), and since I had the day off I thought I might some record some new stuff as well. I like to be alone when I record stuff, because I'm paranoid that if others are there they will make too much noise (any noise is too much noise), and also, because the recording can be very emotional and if people see you that way, they want to hug you and stuff, which does not help the recording, which is kind of the point of doing it. lol But when I went to wake Mark up for work he said that he was going to call in to work because he still felt rotten. I was annoyed, to be honest, but I was also worried about him, and just kind of cancelled my own plans and went to bed.

When I woke up around 4pm, Mark was gone; he'd gone to work after all, and I could have gotten work on the cd done. I made some lists. I do that. I make lists. I think it's fun. Lists of things. tv shows. movies. books. people. ideas. I know it's weird, but I think it's fun, and I think it's one of the things that helps my memory be so fantastic. Mollie called at one point and we talked about stuff; the day, and how today is Robert Alfaro's birthday, and we talked about gifts, and about Mark & blah blah blah. It was nice.

I was still making lists (relating to Justice League lol) when Mark got home from work around 6:30. I had lost all track of time. We worked on getting some videos on the computer from the camera, but we didn't have a lot of success. I went to Hollywood and got my schedule (for Solomon & Janella - which I'll discuss more later), and rented "Gummo", "B. Monkey" & "Groove"; none of which I've ever seen - hopefully I'll find some time to do so in the next couple of days.

So Solomon & Janella dropped by my work on Tuesday to return my Buffy/Angel dvds which I let them borrow so they wouldn't have to pay to rent them. They've had them forever, but it didn't bother me, because they rock ;-0) But another friend wants to borrow them, and has been pushing me to get them, so I let them know, and they dropped by the store, but I was at the emergency room with Mark, so they are going to bring them by the store today for me, which works out nicely because I get to see them. And the reason on get next weeks schedule was so I could e-mail it to them because we want to find time to play some games; board games, card games, computer games - whatever - we like them. And this time we want Mollie to join us, because everything is better with Mollie, but I haven't spoken to her about it yet, and I have no idea how her schedule is next week. So we'll see.

I fell asleep while Mark was working on my computer & slept until about 4am. When I woke up, my right hand was hurting really bad, but I don't know why; I think I might have slept on it or something. I watched 2 more episodes of "The L Word", and with the action that was going on in the episodes I shouted out FUCK a few times, probably a bit too loudly, and I danced for awhile too (cause I'm crazy) and so the neighbors probably think I got laid last night. lol The episodes left me in a fantabulous mood, and if I could call everyone I know and tell them that I love them, without them killing me for doing so at such an unjossly hour I would!

Oh, I read this thing in Entertainment Weekly the other day, that said that Terry McMillan, who's real life romance & marriage to Jonathan Plummer inspired the novel & film of "How Stella Got Her Groove Back", has filed for divorce after 6 years on the grounds that Jamaican native Plummer lied about his homosexuality so that he could gain U.S. Citizenship!?! The film starred Angela Bassit & Taye Diggs (yum), and I would pay big money for that sequel! ;-0)

Today I work from 1pm-5:30pm, and then I pick up Mark from work, and then we pick up gifts for Robert & then pick up Mollie & then go to the party for Robert at his grandmother's house. And then...I don't know what. lol I'm wearing one of my new wacky cool outfits, which I'm going to show Janella & Solomon when they drop off my dvds; I have to take the outfit with me to work since I won't be coming home first. So.... I'm gonna watch another "The L Word", episode; take a nap, and get ready for work. I hope everyone has a great day.

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