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I don’t often remember my dreams anymore, but one that I can still vividly recall is one I had only a day or two before I decided to divorce my wife:

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I wake to another day of furniture refinishing as a captive refinisher. My sister, Vel, was also there as a prisoner; we were slaves to the factory. We would get fed that day if we met our quota, which I had already met that day. Vel was having difficulty doing that , so I decided that I had to help her. I knew of a bureau drawer that I had recently refinished (in real life), so I decided to escape long enough to retrieve the dresser and return with it so she could eat that day.
I walked up to the house we grew up in on Valley Hi Drive, and entered the front door. Up the stairs was the dresser I needed, so I walked up and found two moving men carrying all my things out of the house. I told them to leave the particular dresser because I was going to take it myself, and they said OK.

I walked into the bedroom where the bureau sat, reassured that it was still there, then I decided to look in the other upstairs bedroom - the house had two bedrooms upstairs that I used, one as a bedroom, the other as a sitting room. I walked into my bedroom, and found the room changed: the walls were covered in black leather with all sorts of ropes, manacles, dildoes, whips, and other stuff hanging from them. The bed was clothed in black as well. I was struggling to take all these changes in and sat upon the bed. Moments later, my father, wearing a harness, chaps, and a codpiece, strode into the room. I was completely confused and asked him what was going on. He sat next to me and told me that my mother and he had been experimenting with an alternative lifestyle. That explaination was also confusing, but he suddenly had an obscenely huge erection, had pinned me to the bed, and was raping me.

At this point I woke up with tears streaming down my face, and a hard-on.

Rick and I got our trees planted in time for the barbeque we had Saturday afternoon. The Asian Pear and Elberta Peach trees look very nice, situated as they are near the birdbath and shade garden. In future years, we hope to get lots of yummy fruit to eat and share.

The BBQ went really well. It’s nice to be able to mix my gay and straight friends together, and I think for future soirees I’ll continue this practice. When I see all my friends gathered together, eating and having a good time, it warms my heart.

My friend Ned’s H.A.G. cd, Songs from the Pus Cavern went on sale at CD Baby today. Y’all should check it out! It’s from a band he had a few years ago, but the music is still really good.

I went and saw Spiderman Sunday night for the second time. I liked it better this time: I wasn’t caught up in the hype like I was the first time and was able to enjoy it much more this time.

After this weekend of craziness, I finally got to relax yesterday, with an extended nap in the afternoon. Yum. Naps should be required activity; too bad it can’t be legislated or something

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ah, the joy of the nooner.

I have this standing biweekly lunch date with my coworker (distant coworker) Chris. After the last lunch we had, it was pretty clear that we would be diving for tonsils soon.

We met down in the lobby for our usual lunch date. It was my turn to pick the restaurant. For past lunches, we would alternate the decision of where to go to lunch. We walked to the car, and Chris remarked that we could do anything - fast food, whatever. I had another idea in mind.

We drove around aimlessly for about fifteen minutes, until we came to the entrance to a state park entrance. I looked at him, and thought about the churning in my sack, and made a quick right turn into the park. His smile in return let me know that I had made the right choice.

The park is a lakeside campground and beach. It’s an oak woodland with soft grasses and wildflowers, moss-covered rock outcroppings and cool lake water. I drove us around the park for a suitable bit of privacy and parked the ole Chrysler.

Had I made the right choice? There was a moment of awkward silence before we started talking about how nice it was here, blah blah blah blah.

“Are we going to make out or what?” I asked him. “I hope so,” he replied. Which suddenly found us in that rush towards each other’s lips.

It should be noted at this point that the gentleman within me (and work constraints) prevent me from continuing this monograph, but it should suffice to say, that a fine time was had by all.

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I decided that I need to start my own talent booking agency. I already have one client, and will be using them as a guinea pig to learn the trade. Fortunately, it’s a someone whom I have known a very long time, and is willing to put up with my inexperience. Wish me luck!

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Rick and I went to the nursery to pick some plants and look at a bird-bath. We ended up with peach and asian pear trees, some ground covers - irish moss and blue fescue - and this lovely bird-bath.

We got home and had to move this large rock that the pool excavator left in an unfortunate location in our side yard. It had been in the original landscaping the previous owner had installed, but when we decided to put in the swimming pool, it had to be moved from its location to somewhere out of the way for the dig. This time last year we were just about to the the dig, and we were very excited. Well, the rock weighs somewhere around 250 pounds, and decided to be difficult. I moved it from its resting place onto a furniture dolly, rolled it into an approximate position, and then, wham! into position. Wham! the back! Wham! the neck! Ah! the hot tub.

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We’ve entered the testing phase of this project, and all my database tables are all screwed up. I’m going to lose my mind if I don’t get this fixed soon. That dagnabit new DBA they just hired hadn’t a clue as to how this app is supposed to work and he did something stupid!

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Just shoot me now and put me out of my misery.

I hear a Gin & Tonic jingling at home.

I had lunch with my friend Chris yesterday, out on the pond here at Intel’s Folsom campus. He is married to his hubby, Gabe, and I am to mine, Rick. We are both reveling in the delicious attraction we feel for each other.

I met Chris, and Gabe I think, a couple of years ago at Lazy Bear weekend. We soon lost touch, but one night as I was leaving work we made eye contact. I hadn’t known that he worked here, but I also couldn’t remember him, except that he looked familiar. A couple of nights later we talked and figured out where we knew each other from. For the past couple of weeks, we have had a weekly lunch date, and it is obvious that we are going to have sex in the near future.

Even if we don’t, it’s nice to know that people find me attractive, ya know? A real boost to the occasionally flagging ego.