Etcetera

My computer at home is on strike. This is attempt #4, and this time I'm using a different computer. It's raining today, and one would think that's great, it will cool things down a bit, but no, it's hot and even more humid than before.

I've tried to figure out what's going on with Kid A, and have had no luck. It has been very troubling to be cut off for no apparent reason; it's not like I tried to steal his boyfriend or anything. I'm hoping he'll be struck with a case of conscience, but I'm not betting on it.

But speaking of betting, I went to the track last night and caught the last race. I made a $2 bet, and won $63. I'm not rich, but I am happy. It's fun to win.

Boy B is still hanging around; he obviously doesn't know I'm crazy yet. I tried to tell him yesterday, but I don't think he believed me. I'm sure he'll find out soon enough, and then I will have to say I told you so. I do know that he really likes me. It's a bit bewildering, especially since he's so normal. Or maybe he's crazy too, and is just hiding it for later.

My paintings go to the gallery on Monday; I'm trying to figure out how much to charge for them.

The audition didn't go great; I'm not expecting that guy to call. Oh well.

The movie is coming along. If anyone wants to help me pay for it, they can get a credit in the movie. And my undying gratitude, of course.

Anyway, I think that's about it. Depressed, excited, exhausted, etcetera.