Its been a busy week, but now everything is just fine. I’m sitting back with only mood lighting, cedar incense, and beautiful Tracy Chapman music. I’m drinking high class beer and sketching a flower I plan to pain. I’ve got a mango, guava face mask drying on my face, peeling off the harshness of the week, and my cute, new bamboo plant with its beautiful pot hanging out with me, keeping me company.

I love to pamper myself like this before I go to the bar and party. It feels like a fresh start, a change of character. I primp and preen and build my confidence with desperate attempts at beauty. Confidence is all that matters when you walk into the war zone of a gay bar. Sink or swim is the order of the night, and without said confidence, sink is all you’ll get.

I’ve never painted a wall in my life, but out of the blue I suggested that what this appartment needs is a little paint. So, on Wednesday, exhausted from a days work and lack of sleep, I hopped into the car with Jason and his mother for a shopping spree. My only part was helping pay for the paint. What I got was a whirlwind tour of the city’s middle class income super stores. Costco, Home depot, Revy, Walmart. My goodness those two can shop for hours. I had absolutely no fun, because I can’t afford middle class luxuries these days. But I still shopped. I still dropped.

What we ended up with was two beautiful paints for our living room named “forgotten” and “fairy dust”. Pretty darn appropriate for this appartment I think. So, on Thursday, with even less sleep, and more exhaustion from work, we set about painting our appartment. Three hours later, our walls were smooth, calming, beautiful shades of blue. I’ve been commisioned to make a painting to match the colours for the remaining white wall.

Friday was excrutiating thanks to complete physical and mental exhaustion. I had very little sleep all week, painting and rearanged furniture at nights, and was teaching new employees each day. I slept nearly twelve hours Friday night until five in the morning when it was time to go to work again. A much better day. Very few customers and much more energy. I spent some time with Ken, teaching him more detailed tasks, and then with Joey with some management training. It seems all I do these days is prepare the store for the day I have to hand it over to Joey. But, I digress, the day actually ended up being completely fun. No Ross around to make our day a living hell, and high spirits among those that were there.

With twelve hours of sleep last night, I was still able to sleep for five hours when I returned home this afternoon. When I woke up I made myself the requisite weekend food - Kraft macarroni and cheese, and began to clean up after the disaster that was created from our redecorating.

I have the next two days off, and I literally can’t figure out anything that I need to do. This could be a relaxing two days, or perhaps two days of fidgeting and wishing I had something to do. I’m sure television and literature will entertain me.