Mr. Sandman, Get Your Grainy Ass Over Here

It's 5:11am and I haven't been to sleep yet. I'm not really tired, my eyes hurt from sitting in the dark writing on the computer. I should try to lay down and see what happens, because if I see the dawn I'm going to be very unhappy.

The last time I was up this late it was with Di. We had gone to Tony Dijamco's house to watch my DVDs of Firefly. The BART trains stop at midnightish and taking the bus home didn't sound safe to me so we caught the 38 Geary bus got off in front of the Hilton (my it rot in hell) and went to Lori's Diner on Mason street to sit out the night.

We ate, drank coffee and talked. It was fun. No real surprise, Ms Di is always fun. I miss her and her wonderful sense of humor. The best part of Di-o-rah-mah, is that she accepted me as I am. She told me once that she was sorry for the bad things that had happened to me but those things made me the person I was, and she really liked the person I was. I think that may be one of the most lovely things anyone had ever said to me. I was used to people not wanting to know or when they did know they disappeared (I'm talking to you, Davida) but to appreciate the scarred inner me and care for all my history is something special.

5:24 in the morning and a straight girl is yearning for another straight girl. I don't know what it means but it makes me feel all warm and loved.