Right now, I’m listening to Kat with a K’s CD mix and playing with her pussy. After making me wait for what seemed like forever, she finally gave it up. It’s totally under my sole control now. It’s very very affectionate and quite furry. It’s black and white with blue eyes and must be mostly Siamese. (Her mother HATES it when I do that!)

I’m toying with names.

My first name for it was Archimedes, perhaps familiarly “Archie”.

Kat provisionally called him “Bruce”.

He seems to like Charles or Charley.

I’ve also thought of giving him the name of my alter ego on the blogs, Laoco-on.

Or “merde”.

Sartre? Maybe.

Feel free to make suggestions, but I think that cats have a way of naming themselves and I’ll look for that and let you know what sticks.

It was just as well that I was fucked up last week because I couldn’t have done much work anyway. The building put new carpet in my office and they uprooted me, my computer and phone for two days and over the weekend.

Thursday was a nut squeezer for me emotionally.

Just about every woman from my sober past was on the phone, sending me an email, wanting to have lunch and I already woke up with one woman and had a date with a new person for dinner Thursday night. First date, new woman, yes, it’s stressful for me, just like everyone else.

Lunch Thursday was with privacy shattered Sharon and it was perfect. We gossiped about my hero’s newest romantic link and hated Bush with a frenzy over Cheever’s special of grilled beef with potatoes and asparagus (absolutely delicious!). She just sold a car and picked up the tab to make it perfect. Of course, there’s no such thing as a free lunch and it’s my turn next, without doubt.

As dinner turned into coffee, I realized I was learning something from the new woman on our first date. She talked about the demise of her last relationship. It was much the same view of her late lamented lover that my own late lamented lover expressed about me. She told me about excoriating the guy, listing all his faults and shortcomings, and then feeling so guilty about it, feeling terrible. That at the time she thought she was doing it out of love, but it didn’t work, it only made things worse. I could relate. I don’t know if I’ll actually date this woman. Nothing wrong with her, you understand, it’s just that I’m not much in the mood for dating right now.

Later Thursday night, I caught a little of open mic night at the G Spot and had a fairly OK time.

Friday’s highlight was eating dinner with The Gary and DanO at a new restaurant, the India food place that’s just gone in in Mayfair shopping center at 50th and N. May. I recommend it. Between Gopuram and Ajanta, in my opinion.

From there, went to Red Cup and almost went to see the new Woody Allen movie, but couldn’t quite get there. Saw a lot of my Paseo friends there, including SuzArt, Oz, Deb., and Rena and Kat. I skipped most of Miss Brown to You at GSpot, visited Isis, and went north to Flip’s. Saw Bri serving me coffee and watched the crowd for awhile.

The only thing I really have to mention about Saturday is the OU-Texas game on TV that OU won 82-72 in a big upset on ESPN. Go Big Red. Even called my Stillwater buddy, the webmaster and OSU fan still hurting over an OT loss by the Cowboys to Texas Tech and crowed a little in anticipation of Hate Week Feb. 8.

I missed the big bowling alley white trash birthday party for Massage Marcy, but Happy Birthday, grrrlfriend.

Right now, in addition to Kat’s pussy, I’m really hyped up about the filming we did all Sunday afternoon at my house.

I had a nude scene, a bedroom scene and a dream scene in which my eyes bleed.

I’m not sure everyone would like it, but I’m having very big fun filming The Oz’s movie.

The extraordinarily talented Amanda Joy plays a real woman who wakes up hung over in my bed and finds out how I quit drinking, then portrays a dream girl who tempts and tortures me while I’m tied to a chair. Then, there’s a dream sequence where I have a gun in my mouth, I’m crying, but I turn the gun and shoot a life sized cutout of George W. Bush instead of myself. Very satisfying.

All the participants seemed to feel it was a good shoot.

I have to go now.

Kat’s pussy is loose in the house and I don’t know what it’s doing.

And, it’s quiet. Too quiet.

Th-th-that’s all folks!!!