So … if I wait 4+ days before writing in my diary, will I have something of value to say when I finally open up my editor/word program and start writing? Stay tuned…

On Wednesday I attended my writing class and learned more about plot points. LOL. I’m not so bitter about it anymore though. Honestly. Tiffy - you can put your letter away - I won’t be needing it anymore. I realized that truthfully - my teacher is just doing what I need him to do right now and that is give me a handy dandy excuse as to why I’m not writing. We go through this a lot here on this diary, people … feel free to just power ahead - skip a few paragraphs and pick up around the time I talk about my favorite callers. I won’t mind.

See, my teach wants us to know about the whole plot point thing to the point that we recite them every time we see a movie. Hmmm .. that was plot number 14 me thinks! It impresses your friends and other movie goers. But for reals, he really does want it to sink into our skulls. The plot points are our mid-term and the 30 pages of script are our final. I should be a bit more, um … what’s the word I’m looking for? … oh yeah! I should be more appreciative (lol) of my teacher. The other reason why I should be thankful is that I have not written a thing. I really hate when Rolf is right (lord knows I do!) but he’s right. There is absolutely NOTHING that is getting in my way of writing. There hasn’t EVER been anything that has gotten in my way. Even when I didn’t have the right software (which now thanks to Uncle Randy I will - thank you SO much U.R. for buying me Final Draft! You are a Godsend and I absolutely love you for giving me such a great present with out me even HINTING at it. I’ve hinted to other people about that damn program but never to you *smiles* so it was really sweet that you saw I needed it for class and went ahead and got it for me!) I didn’t have an excuse for not writing SOMETHING. Even before I knew what plot points were I certainly had ideas in my head and I certainly could have written them down. The sad truth about me - when it comes to writing in particular - is that I have this fear factor that haunts my sweet ass whenever it comes time to really do that one thing that I really love. And truth be told I will find all kinds of excuses or reasons for not doing any of it. First I needed to de-clutter my home so I could think. Um - I decluttered and I still didn’t write. Then I thought - okay - I need to take a class or something - so I took a class. Still did not write (and this was before the current class I’m taking.) So then I thought what I really need is a writing partner - but then I sort of have sabatoged those friendships in various ways so they can’t hold me accountable for writing. Ok - so then I thought what I needed was books - paper - a printer - a lap top - um… a brain transplant. The truth is - while all of these things will help me TREMENDOUSLY (especially that brain transplant) I have had the ability to write every single day - at least something - and I haven’t done it. So ok, Rolf, you got me. Once again. I’m not even mad about it anymore, honestly. I’m too tired of my tired ass excuses to be.

Wow - that could be a downer of a paragraph, couldn’t it? I’m going to leave it as is, though. Summarizing things and giving some clever little solution makes for a tidy blog, I admit, but I’m tired of making promises I have no intention of keeping. What’s that saying about Bullshit walking? yeah. So…

On Thursday I took my Algebra test and I got 9/10. Right - for all you smart asses out there…(I can hear you now … 9 out of 10 wrong, CeCe?) There was one question that I really just freaked out about - but I worked it out and I still got the wrong answer though it made ALMOST good sense to me (my answer) - so hey - I’m happy that I at least got 50 percent of the process correct while solving the problem. Course there is no “almost” in math. Either it’s right or it’s wrong - but like most things in my life I’m realizing that there is some poetry to a process that really should be honored/appreciated. If you do things enough and there is a rhythm to it that seeps into your brain … hey … eventually you’ll grow some confidence, right? I’m trying to cultivate that in my relationship with this whole Math thing. It’s cool how sometimes you’ll do a problem and your fingers just fly about and you piece things together and you come up with the right answer and you wonder HOW the hell did I just do that? Practice hasn’t made 10/10 perfect but it certainly has helped me grow a bit more confident about a subject that use to give me panic attacks. Progress is a good thing.

Friday - Saturday I signed in and took quite a few calls. I don’t remember having such a busy weekend since last month! I had a really great time - met some great new callers I’m looking forward to knowing/exploring/spoiling/being spoiled by/teasing/humiliating and seducing. Whew! I really like those calls that just fall in line with the types of calls I like to do - my personality - etc. It’s like meeting a new friend and you’re stumbling all over each other when you talk. It’s not due to your not knowing when they are done talking or whatever - it’s due to your “energy” really. The way in which you already know what the other person is thinking - what they need - and you’re so excited that your words are boiling over onto each other type energy. I sold some more pictures to a great admirer - and also got more feedback than I remember receiving in a long, long time. That’s always nice to see! Oh - and I also received a really nice tribute from a long lost caller who called me up for a great hour role play. If it was simply about the “money” and “job” situation I would call tomorrow a day of rest, go to church and absolve myself, and do some laundry - but um… I don’t wanna! *grin* I will be on probably late morning/early afternoon. At least I’ll be on alerts if nothing else. Then I’ll log in for a few hours before calling it a night and getting some rest for Monday classes. I gotta talk to Tiffy and Mama Tee about revising my schedule ONCE MORE - as I’m going to have to be available during Saturday DAYs more often. I had forgotten how much fun I have on Saturday mornings - in my pjs eating cold cereal and excusing myself to take calls and be naughty in between my favorite cartoons.

Ok - so yes - I still love my little man, Jackson. And yes - he’s still testing his limits every chance he gets. My Doc, hearing my anguish about the torn up pee pads (Jackson now tears 3 of them up daily whenever I leave him alone for more than 5 minutes in his play pen - which consequently has every toy imaginable from every Pet Store in Southern California!) bought me the wizdog I had mentioned a few posts back. That should help with much of my pain. Jackson is just a bit stir crazy. He is outgrowing his little cozy room in the kitchen and has gotten a taste of freedom and peeing on area rugs. He is not an easy one to contain any longer and often times, yes, I ask myself what the flying fuck I was thinking by getting a PUPPY at this point of my school year. But then I pick him up to take him to bed with me at the end of the night - and hold him on his back in the crook of my arm, you know? Like a baby. He looks up at me and kisses my arm, fingers, any bit of skin he can lick, and I just melt. He yawns and the smell of his puppy breath (which always gets me) intoxicates me. And then I remember the “why”. I got him because a part of me really needed it. Hopefully I didn’t get him as a further excuse for not writing - but more for a sort of inspiration that I so badly needed. It is indeed much more of a responsibility than I ever imagined but one that I’m happy to embrace. A lot of this is just him being a puppy and I really can’t take it personally - or like he’s some asshole that is setting out to make my life more difficult, you know? Jackson has… completed me by being something I can so easily give my affections to. If I was a guy with this cute puppy Jackson would also be getting me laid. Seriously - this dog is cute…everyone says so.

Alright … I’m going on alerts while I watch a movie and doze off for a few hours before I face the end of my weekend. I’ll speak with you soon - if not tomorrow then definitely Monday (12:00-2:00pm, 7:00-12:00 is my tentative plan) Thanks again to all those who gave me such sweet feedback - and for the new callers I had the pleasure of meeting. Looking forward to many more sweet encounters!

I have started and stopped and deleted and backspaced over thousands of words on here tonight. The thing is, I really don’t want to write something vapid just so that I write - but the things that are going through my head probably aren’t the type of things that one should share on a public blog. I just feel stuck again. I go through this every once in a while and there it is…again… that blank page staring back at me with TONS of stuff slamming into me like some pile up on the 405 Freeway during rush hour. I have so much to say and have no way of knowing or trusting in myself to edit it. It’s just annoying as hell. Really annoying.

I haven’t written in my personal journal (and remember - I have tons of them) in such a long time. That probably would help a bit. If I wrote in there I would feel like I’m writing things and feel protected against writing things in here that I shouldn’t be writing about. It’s not that they are that kinky or sexy or whatever. You all know me better than that by now. I just have other people’s privacy to worry about and not sure how much of my life I feel like pouring out onto these pages right now.

I wanted to write about my mother. Then I wanted to write about my father. Then I wanted to tie up all the things I said about each parent and somehow have that explain why I am the way I am. I’m realizing now that if I were to put it that way it would be a Talk Show topic. My mother did this. I thought this. My father did this. I thought this. I now think this way about all women. I now think this way about all men. Thank you for being a guest on the Oprah Winfrey Show, CeCe. Tomorrow we’ll discuss the men of Niteflirt - and the women who serve them. I mean … how absolutely deep and boring can I get? (don’t answer that).

I just can’t do it right now. Just know that there is a deep and spiritual post in me ready to be written at some point - but I can’t do it right now. It’s too - scrambled up. And I’m too - tired to place my tiles in a way to make the most out of my letters. I can’t help wanting to and I’m starting to force every single thing that flies off my fingertips. Makes for really lousy writing. There’s nothing worse than knowing you’re writing like crap and not being able to stop yourself from writing it.

Speaking of writing - I wish I would actually start to write something in my Screenwriting class. And if my professor is reading this right now: You’re killing me softly, Sir. You’re killing me. I woke up late today and I didn’t even miss anything. I’m trying really hard not to let that convince me to continue waking up late - and trust me, it’s hard. I walked in and we were watching upcoming attractions. I have watched so many movies now - and written so many plot points to those movies that I really feel … restless. I want to know the rules. I want to know what comes next. I want to start writing and I want to know how to pitch stuff. I want to be sitting here working on my screenplay - not struggling over how to introduce my parents in a blog entry with out it sounding drab, typical teenage angst-y, and boring. I don’t want to come up with any more “ideas” - I want to write. I find myself eyeing the people in my class, particularily one loud mouthed girl who always has an answer to whatever. I want her to shut up - and the only way I can think of that to happen is if we all start to write already. I’m beginning to think that God doesn’t exist because surely he would take pity on me already. Wouldn’t he?

I think I have a Math quiz tomorrow so I should end this. I’m inches away from deleting this - and maybe after I publish this entry I will instantly wish that I had… but I’m really needing to at least have some proof that my head is still attached and that my heart is pounding away in my chest begging to be let out, you know? If I just hang onto all of these feelings I start to slowly go a bit mad. I’m ready to blow, honestly, so I guess this post is just letting out a bit of steam. Keeping the pressure in to let everything soak in for a bit - but letting a little bit of steam out every now and again so I don’t lose my … head. lol. Good analogy? Ok - a bit weak … but it’s the best that I can do.

Such a cuddly kittenish voice makes the wild erotic fantasies you are hearing even more incredible. Email her first with what you need and she will amaze you.

Thanks so much to my darling sweet girl for this feedback. When we accidently got disconnected, sweet Scarlett said with a smile so wide I could FEEL it on the other end of the phone, “Well, now I’ll get to leave you MORE feedback!” Could anyone be any sweeter, is what I’d like to know! Scarlett did email me before our fantasy together and I had a bit of self doubt that I’d be able to to come through for her. I shoulda had more confidence because once we started I was off and running! I can not wait for next time, that’s for sure! Can I just further embarrass you, Scarlett, and say that um … when you said that you had … er… finished - you sounded so damn cute. It was like a confession more than a declaration of accomplishment! “um … oops… I’m done, CeCe…” I must have been on a roll and you hated to interupt my story, huh? Don’t worry … we can have part II next time, k?

I really need to go to bed now. I’m up way too late and no matter what time I close my eyes there will still be a math quiz waiting for me when I open my eyes. Math is like that.

I’m not speaking about men cumming on me, Tiffy … I’m speaking about the Gay Anthem It’s Raining Men (hallelujah.)

When it rains in Southern California it’s a big thing. There are the mud slides - the traffic jams due to the accidents because no one knows how to drive in the rain apparently, and there is the incredible lazy feeling that descends on me like the paparazzi descends on Brittney Spears when she climbs into a limousine; I break out the books and movies immediately. The other day while speaking with Rolf I realized that I had about 10 movies I had bought during my film orgy inspired by my cinema class that I had not even watched yet. Among those films was the movie To Wong Foo Thanks For Everything, Julie Newmar. Being the girl that I am (there is a word for the type but I hate the word seriously!) I realized I had to watch the movie immediately and put it in and sat back for what I thought would be a mediocre movie about a bunch of badly dressed men pretending to be women. I was so wrong. Though they were badly dressed - I found Chi Chi, Vida, and Noxeema the funniest characters EVER. Oh my goodness. I haven’t laughed that hard in quite a while. The message of the film was pretty unrealistically optimistic but when has unrealistic optimism in movies stopped me? (Mary Poppins, Sound Of Music, 7 Brides for 7 Brothers, Happy Feet and other unrealistic optimistic films continue to be the staples of my dvd library.)

Patrick Swayze (spelling?) didn’t really do that badly as a woman. He looked good in his outfits. He looked really classy most of the time - like a masculine Jackie O. Wesley Snipes - oh my gosh. His arms were out of control. Maybe that’s what made it so funny, though… something about his arms being all pumped up and masculine - and then him wearing really bad wigs and ghetto fabulous clothing. He almost looked a bit like Angela Bassett in Whats Love Got To Do With It as a matter of fact. Angela’s arms were a bit much in that movie, don’t ‘cha think? I don’t mind a toned woman with some definition, don’t get me wrong! But if a man is gonna be beatin the *beep* out of that woman with the well toned arms it just makes it a bit hard to believe. But again - that movie also is one of my staples. The actor who played Chi Chi was pretty great, too. He spoke exactly like Rosie Perez I thought (ok - an octave lower) and had really great movement for a man pretending to be a lady. He got that hip thing down like “whoa”. I didn’t think it was totally believable that he would be the hottest one of the bunch … so hot that he could persuade a little hick boy to fall in love with her and never suspect a thing…but hey… there is something about a sexy confident latina that makes ME hot… even if that latina isn’t very attractive. Take Rita Morena for example. Was she as hot as Penelope Cruz or Salma Hayek? I’m not sure… but put her in West Side Story talkin about how she wants to be in America and give her a sexy little dance and temper and even I wanna fuck that girl. Maybe it’s all in the attitude after all. Hmmm.

So anyways … I realized that maybe my fascination with musicals, show tunes, gay men, men who dress up in women’s clothing, etc. pretty much makes me a gay man. Let’s think about that for a moment, shall we?

Ok… let’s move on.

Tiffy (lol.. sorry sweets - bad segue, huh?) who is NOT a gay man, by the way, and I had a fabulous date. Tiffy picked me up promptly and gave me some flowers and a nice kiss on the cheek. We then went to a party of a mutual friend where we fucked on her bed and lit a few of her candles that I suspect were just for show (bad Tiffy … BAD BAD BAD!) We had delicious pillow talk afterwards and before and during that always makes the time with Tiffy absolutely delicious. I also had a little bit of homework prior to the call that made me ready for the time we shared. I’m not going to go into detail because I kinda spent myself on the whole To Wong Foo rant a few paragraphs ago … but I will say that I did go into a drug store and ask a male clerk where the KY Jelly was. He turned a bright red and I held his gaze - asking him a few times too many if he meant THIS aisle and then thanking him again when I found the tube of the stuff. “I thought you had the kind that gets warm when you blow on it… oooooh. Here it is, never mind!” *wicked grin*. Thanks Tiffers tiff tiff for the great call…you are an absolute delight, you know. Delicious!

Before that call and earlier this evening I played the next door neighbor who strips in front of her window and then encourages her captive audience to finish on his window pane while watching her masturbate, the sexy seductress who tantalizes her best friend’s mother’s boyfriend, and the naughty failing Math Student (that never gets old!) This weekend has been wet in more ways than one (slaps the knee… I’m so punny, right?)

Halloween is approaching fast and I won’t be trick or treating that evening. I will be attending a great bash of a party on the 27th however as Snow White. Whored out version of course. It always strikes me as funny when girls where costumes and it’s apparent that they are only wearing them to get tons of attention. There are so many whore like costumes in the world… hell - they could make a costume of mother theresa look slutty I bet. Slutty Cop. Slutty Nurse. Slutty Nun. Slutty Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. Everyone is a slut on Halloween. I’m actually NOT going to be slutty at all. I’m going to be respectful in my snow white costume with 7 little men running around behind me and a rather sexy witch following me around trying to get me to eat her “apple”. I’m thinking that Jackson will probably wear this for the actual Halloween Eve. He doesn’t know it yet. There are really some pretty cute outfits for girl dogs though… wait a minute! Jackson could go drag for Halloween couldn’t he? YES! He COULD! Hmmmm….

Oooh - (this will be a better segue) SPEAKING OF JACK… (lol!) he weighs a nice even round 3 lbs. Looks like he’ll be about 7 lbs as an adult. *sigh*. It’s okay - I just paid a bit more for him because he was supposedly going to be “tiny”. Why I ever believed that anyone could tell me how big a puppy would get is beyond me. I guess I’m just a sucker. He was still worth every penny. Even though today he bit me so hard he drew blood. It wasn’t on purpose - he was trying to get the toy kangeroo I was squeaking at him. Yes - I’m serious - I have a plastic kangeroo toy that I make him fetch and bite and attack. I screamed so loud that he just stopped playing and sat down (with out me even requesting he do so! lol) and looked at me with such a sad look in his eye that I immediately picked him up and told him it was alright. The Dog Whisperer (who I now have my infamous BRAIN CRUSH on) says that pets can really get crazy when we over react over such things. I didn’t want Jackson to pick up on my fear that he would do it again, you know? It wasn’t his fault. I also didn’t want to get mad at him so I had to check myself because there is a difference between some killer 3 lb Maltese trying to bite off my thumb and a sweet little innocent doe eyed little maltese attempting to play fetch with me and mistaking my thumb for the evil creepy kangeroo plastic toy. God hasn’t answered my prayers for thicker skin yet but I haven’t lost hope yet.

I am going to go to bed soon. Tomorrow I have a lot of homework to do - and I also have another post to write up tomorrow evening too. I have received so many great gifts lately - and was told the other day by my sweet Uncle Randy that I’m getting a TERRIFIC gift soon by him that will help me with my Screenwriting class! I am SO excited - and SO lucky to have such great friends who care about my educational and professional goals. For reals! And it’s not even my bday or Xmas yet! I’m almost as spoiled as Jackson is!

I’ll be on tomorrow evening sometime … email me if you need me before that though. I’m always happy to be interupted when it comes to Algebra!

I’m often tempted to just close up shop at the end of the night, go to sleep, and write “tomorrow” - but experience tells me that “tomorrow” never comes. Or is that dies? Whatever - I’m sure Rolf or Tiffy will correct me.

I decided to take the bull by the horns and just write now - even with sleep seconds behind my eyeballs… I’ll push forward and produce a post riddled with gramatical errors, I am sure, but a post none the less. I hate being all worried about such things, however, so editors be damned… I’m just going to write the way I usually do. Fuck em if they can’t take a mistake.

Let’s see… school first, alright? I LOVE it. It is hard - it is challenging - Math is an absolute nightmare at times and then moments later a source of undeniable pride. I LOVE that I get some of the harder problems and that several times in school I correct my classmates (we do group work together so I’m not being that obnoxious know it all kid with all the answers…) and I actually know what I’m doing. I don’t know HOW I know - it’s just that things are clicking in so much more now than before. Maybe I’m “ready” for math now and before I was just blocking myself from it…not sure. But I do love it. Even when it’s confusing - I love it.

Jackson. He has his 3rd vet visit tomorrow. I can’t believe it. He is growing up so big now. He was just 1.9 lbs when I got him - and he’s already close to 3 lbs now. If not a bit over. He is getting all long and when I hold him he takes up so much more room now! lol. It’s cute though - and he’s still small compared to … I dunno - a lab. LOL. He’ll be a bit bigger than the 6 lbs my breeder promised though. sssssh. hang on. Do you hear that? That’s Rolf rolling his eyes the moment I said breeder. Annoying isn’t it…the sound of his eyes rolling, I mean. Anyways … the breeder may have been wrong about his weight - but she was right on the money in regards to his personality. Today the little beast - er - my darling little boy - tore up his little pee pad right in front of me. I stopped him with a sharp “BAD JACKSON. BAD BOY. NO CHEW!” and he looked at me for a moment - little cotton filling clinging to his nose - turned around and went right back to tearing up the pee pad. I shouted again, “BAD JACKSON. MOMMY VERY DISAPPOINTED IN YOU. NO CHEW. BAD BOY!!!” and he looked at me like, “could you get on with it so I can go back to chewing?” I felt this burst of … I am not sure what to call it. I was pissed. How dare he look me in the eye - and continue doing something that I told him NOT to do. Didn’t he understand the word NO? Do I need to bark it out in some canine maltese language or something. Good God. Finally I reached into the little pen area - ripped up the remaining pee pad and masking tape (that was used to secure the pee pad to the floor… obviously THAT didn’t matter much) and left him in his pen while I cooled off so I wouldn’t swat his little behind into Adult Dog Years. Every day it’s the same thing - Jackson chews thru and distributes the guts of one pee pad. I found this the other day and I think it may do the trick. I hope I don’t have to train Jackson again and that he adapts to it well. Anyways - wish me luck on that one. Besides his tendency towards obesity and behavioral problems - Jackson is about the best thing that has ever happened to me this year outside the friends that I’ve met here on NF (whew - saved that didn’t I?). He is beautiful, sweet, funny, energetic, and smart! I already have taught him how to sit - and have recently started to train him to lay down. He also fetches for at least 10 minutes straight before he starts running away from me, toy in his mouth, to the living room where he attempts to pee on the carpet even though his pee pad (torn and shredded) is only paw feet away at his disposal. God, I love that little guy so much. He starts school next month thank God. I’m hoping that between puppy school and The Dog Whisperer book I bought, Jackson will train me to be a better owner to him and he’ll grow out of his defiant stage. And please, God, if you could just make my skin either a little bit tougher - or make his teeth a little less sharp - I would also appreciate it. Amen.

So I took Tuesday and Wednesday evening off. I logged on about Midnight Wednesday (maybe a tad bit earlier) and thankfully my regulars have taken good care of me. I recently got a chance to talk with an old friend of mine that I recently had a bit of a falling out with. He was right, though - he just was frustrated and unable to talk to me about it in a way that I could hear it and not be defensive. Anyways - he called me last night and we had a long conversation (like an hour and a half) and it was like we never stopped talking. It was one of our better conversations - and I was able to tell him that I was pooped - and we ended the call on a great and respectful note. I have some really great callers. I’m so incredibly blessed. I had some other really great calls last night - and then today - wow. I’m sorry for making some of you wait for me so long - but then again (Catwoman fan, Stephen, Bigdic, et al.) I’m almost glad I did make you wait…you’re all so SERIOUS when you’re horny! *wink*. Watch your mail boxes…

So it is officially 24 minutes past my “end” time. I have to wake up super early tomorrow due to a family obligation so I need to get some sleep. I will be available tomorrow, however - so watch for me some time around … I dunno … 3:00PM PST or so? I have a date with my Tiffers tomorrow evening around 9:00PM that will last a good hour I am told. Looking forward to a great role play with Ms. Tiffy along with the delicious pillow talk I’ve grown so accustomed to. I’d really try to speak with me before Tiffers cuz I’m not sure what shape I’ll be in AFTER. Just a fair warning…something to consider. *serious face*

Talk to you soon…

My great grandparents house had this little room off of the living room where they stored albums and photo albums and things like that. It was a small little alcove type room that was big enough for the kids to pile in when we were toddlers. We would hide in that room and I don’t know what we did in there…but it smelled a bit like - old books and my grandfather’s vicks vapor rub stuff that he’d put under his nose to clear his sinus’. I remember the old songs they would use to play and my Grandfather would make a game of singing the lyrics to us - then stopping sort of like a salt and pepper caucasian version of Wayne Brady - I guess - and ask us to complete the song. I was the best - and at age 10 I won many a icecream trophy which I consumed with heavy amounts of caramel sauce on my grandfather’s knee.

Do you know the way to San Jose, I never promised you a rose garden, Bicycle Built for two, How much is that puppy in the window, Sweet Caroline, Country Roads, Sounds of Silence, If I had a Hammer - all were in my library I kept locked up tight in my brain. I couldn’t tell you today what the hell a square root is - but I can sing for you (in a lovely soprano/alto voice, mind you) the entire lyrics to Sounds of Silence. I have always loved a good melody.

Ever since I was little itty bitty little - I have been sung to sleep by my parents with the same song - and woke up with the same song. When we went to sleep it was:

Good night, sleep tight and pleasant dreams to you
Here’s a wish and prayer that every dream comes true
And though it’s always sweet sorrow to part
I know you’ll always remain in my heart

Adios, au revior, auf weidersehen…..Good Night!

When we woke up?

Good mornin’, good mornin’!
We’ve danced the whole night through,
good mornin’, good mornin’ to you.

So, good mornin’, good mornin’!
Sunbeams will soon smile through,
good mornin’, my darlin’, to you.

I don’t know why I wanted to share that little bit of information… it just seemed like a good idea at the time (lol). Rolf will explain that hearing me sing really doesn’t have it’s advantages - but I’m a sucker for a good singing voice - and some walks down memory lane with some well rehearsed lyrics.

It is rather late, though. I stayed up a bit later this evening because I took a nap earlier on. It was busy right before church (again!) and then I logged off and did some math homework - took a nap - and came back (off and on tonight - sorry the Emmy’s were on!!) to do a few calls with some great new callers and some sweet dear old friends (not that they were OLD - just that I’ve been friends with them for awhile old.) It was a great weekend - but tomorrow school starts again. After my nap in the afternoon I’ll log on. May be a bit earlier - may be late - can’t really tell until I log on, you know? But hopefully I’ll get the chance to speak with whoever I didn’t get a chance to speak with earlier.

Goodnight. Sleep tight. Pleasant dreams. **blowing bubbles**