24-April

This week, I happen to be back in the Mighty Commonwealth. Meaning Virginia, where I enjoyed almost five years of joy and embellishment. I am expected to fulfill this standing obligation to my old bosses, to perform one last and final field service assignment. But it's on night shift (quiet) and it's only three or four days (short), so I don't mind so much. It's some exra pockets moneys. Plus, I am going to be working with Ray C. again one last time. Ray C. is my favorite trailer trash ex-con with six children that I have ever met. He is in possession of very few teeth, he says "goddamn" where other people say "umm", like between thoughts and phrases (which is fucking awesome!), and even though this is making Ray C. seem like a terrible specimen, I like him, because he is actually secretly talented and intelligent, and he has as good a heart as anyone I have met in the field. Me and Ray C. are tight, like bloodbrothers, except that we never engaged in the ceremonial cutting and tying together of thumbs.

This morning I awoke on Lisa & Matt's futon. This is not such a huge surprise, since this is the very same futon that I lost consciousness on last night. Anyway.

Lisa & Matt forgot to leave me a towel, or leave a note to tell me where the towels are kept, or forgot to call me to tell me 'oh we forgot to tell you about our towels and how you are shit out of luck', so what I ended up doing, was using my shirt from yesterday as a towel. Which actually worked out pretty good. I might decide to propose it to the general populace, as a means of minimizing the need for laundrying, which in turn lessens water consumption and the need to process wastewater. Excellent!

In the last week I have been on three dates. With the same girl, I mean. Her name is Heather. As far as I'm concerned, each date was a perfect example of how the human race should be going about dating. Of course, maybe it would not make for interesting television as much. The first date I will title "The Coffee Date", although Heather only was willing to partake in two or three sips. The second date I will call the "Betty & Mulligan Date", which hit it's exciting plot climax with not one, but TWO shots apiece of Jack Daniels. How tough is that?? All of the beefy folks with horizontal stripes calmly backed away, so as not to aggravate us and test our seething wrath.

The third date started with hiking with Oscar the dog, moved to a hip cafe in East Aurora, and ended up with watching a movie and listening to musics like Jeff Buckley, who is passionate with vibrato, and definitely not whiney. In order to keep the title of the date as short and rememberable as possible, I will call the third date "The 'Tattoo of a Ladybug with a Bonnett Wearing Oversized High Heels Carrying a Wicker Basket in which are Placed Five Kittens and also the Ladybug is Riding a Unicorn and the Kittens are about to Fall and the Situation is So Precarious!' Date".

Or else just "The Ladybug Date".

I will not go into any more details at this time, because I am enjoying the feelings, which are floaty, but also secret.

Right now I am in my old office, and it is just like old times, in that I am writing to the internet and not doing much of anything that could be considered productive. Oh, the memories! My old boss and the office folks seem happy to see me. Maybe they missed me, and their lives have been all wrong since I left. It's a shame I am only staying for a few hours.

But now I am restless and wanting to go. I should visit James, who is a river. Me and James go way way back. Or Nora, I need to visit Nora too. Nora is not a river, because she is a human being, and she blessed me with the gift of Linus.

Anyways. Goodbye for now, internets.