andrew61

Confessions of a Slacker
2007-02-09 00:00:00 (UTC)

A balmy 17 degrees.

And wind chills that are actually above zero (though not by much). Today was the warmest it’s been in over a week.

I stayed in from late Friday afternoon all the way until Tuesday afternoon, as the wind chills were dangerously brutal throughout that entire period.

Since then, I’ve been venturing out briefly each day, going out for lunch, to the store, etc., although not straying more than a few blocks from home.

Yesterday I had lunch at the Horizon Cafe, just around the corner a couple blocks from home. The place had been closed due to fire for a long while — well over a year — but recently reopened not too many months ago. It’s your typical Greek family-owned diner, and is one of my old standbys on cold-weather days when I don’t want to travel very far. I had the Broiled Tilapia Almondine, served with mashed potatoes and a vegetable, and started off with delicious Tomato Couscous Soup.

Today I ventured a few blocks further away, to the North Coast Cafe, where I had the Pasta Primavera — spinach linguine with vegetables in a wine cream sauce, served with a salad plus fresh warm bread. At $14 after tax and tip it was a little more expensive than usual, but I figured what the heck.

I haven’t had sex in nine days, and compared to my very sexually active January, I’m feeling a bit deprived. Hard to believe it wasn’t that long ago that I was the proverbial sexual camel (a la George Costanza of “Seinfeld”), able to go without for nine months standing on my head.

I need a BJ. I need it bad. Fuck, yeah.

I’m trying to get back into some of my metaphysical reading… you know, about doing “mindwork” (spiritual mind treatments) and using affirmations to change your reality and manifest your desires, stuff like that… I’m currently rereading a book I bought back in ’94, titled “I’m Looking For Mr. Right, But I’ll Settle For Mr. Right Away”, which is targeted towards a gay male audience. The author is Gregory Flood, a gay man who was once a minister in the Church of Religious Science, and who writes with lots of insight plus wit and humor. He looks sort of like Steve Martin in the small photo on the back of the book.

That is all I have to say for today… except that I’m beginning to think that 17 degrees and sunshine is all the warmth anyone needs to be comfortable. I’m turning into a regular Eskimo.




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