Big Fat Hairy Living

Catholic hypocrites. The Catholic church is completely devoid of any morals, any sense of right and wrong, or any redeeming features whatsoever. The world would truly be a better place without it.

Yesterday we had a meeting to determine our department measurements. It was pretty funny. Our department measurements are totally incoherent. One the one hand, our department is required to be profitable, yet on the other hand, we need to spend all kinds of money to go to conferences and raise our profile. People posted incoherent slides with pseudo sentences such as “Question Ask.” Wisely, my officemate was quiet, but everyone else just yabbered. Thank god the bitchy talkative old Chinese man wasn’t there.

I amused myself by playing with three mustard packets I had scarfed from the cafeteria. I experimentally determined the maximum amount of pressure that can be applied to mustard packets without making them burst.

All in all, a productive meeting, even though we didn’t finish deciding on our “department measurements.” Next meeting: Relish.

I have another date with Justin on Tuesday. I can’t wait to see him again.

Tonight, I’ll have to clean my apartment, because it’s a mess. With Jeffurry visiting, I haven’t been as tidy as I usually am, so I haven’t done the dishes all weekend, and there’s crap all over the place. After I go to the train station to drop Jeffurry off, and after feeding the pigeons with Eric, I think I’m going to take it easy this evening.

Eric’s party on Saturday was a blast, with lots of great food and great people. I really enjoyed it. Especially meeting TJ, the mega-big 6′9″ bear from Pennsylvania. When I saw him I walked up to him and hugged him. Wow. So cuddly. I need someone like that to cuddle up to.

I talked with Claude last night. We had a really great conversation, talking about all kinds of things, but mostly about men. It’s fun talking to him because he’s got the same sarcastic sense of humour I have. We talked until around midnight, at which point I had to get to bed. It was fun!

I got a dumb response to my bear.net profile. “Hi.” That’s it. One word. Umm….hi? What am I supposed to say to that? I post a page describing me and what I’m looking for, and all you can say to me in response is “hi?”

Working out is physically exhausting but mentally stimulating. I purposely don’t bring any music. As I work out, I let my mind wander to whatever it wants. When I’m done, I feel revived, having spent a good 90 minutes to myself, not interacting with anyone. I really enjoy it.