Tia and birth

So today my boss and wonderful friend Ben took Amanda and me to Tia's. It was very wonderful. It was a great meal with good conversation. I miss that. I miss going out and talking. I think that is why I am so chatty today. I received an email from Riff and when into a long paragraph about different things. Yes, I am still talking to him, but I am no longer expecting anything out of it but friendship and fun. I spent the weekend drinking and having a good time. However, I did manage to rearrange my room and get in about 5 movies this weekend. It also occurred to me how much I live in a fantasy world, which nothing is wrong with that as long as you still remember and come back to the real world. I love to day dream, it's one of my secret pleasures. I spend hours on an idea, I should really start writing them down and trying to use them in scripts. I don't know, somedays I long to be a writer. It would have to be for theatre, film or TV though. I couldn't write a book, I have tried. It gets too tedious. Scripts are more fun. I have worked diligently on one for 4 years now and it still isn't finished. Sometimes I think it is my masterpiece and other times I feel like it will be my downfall. I am trying to finish it before I start on anything else, however, I need to start on the others before they pass out of being. I like others consider the art of creating art, creation itself. It is like having a child only the birthpains are in your head (or worse manifest themselves into physical pain). I love it, but I don't want it to trap me in a room for the rest of my life. Playwrighting is such a solo life. You and a computer or pen and paper. Letting the juices of creation flow onto either is extremely intoxicating and completely scary. It makes me happy and crazy all at once. On another note, one of my friends, Consuela, has a son who told me he loved me and fell asleep in my arms. It makes me want a kid so bad. one day, but not anytime soon. I would love to be a father, however, I need some time before I do this. I had a crazy dream last night, I will blog about that later. I don't feel like talking about it right now. I can't wait for Anita to come in town. I miss her so. I hope all is going well for her, and I hope her Mr. Big is treating her right. Alas, no Mr. Big for me right now, but hey that can be fun living the single life.

Till more comes,

Lestat