Reading with Glee

"I, Lucifer" by Glen Duncan.

THE Fallen Angel is offered a deal by the Big Man -- inhabit an earthly body in a well-behaved manner and win re-entrance into the realm of celestial beings.

I've read it before, but picked it up this morning again, and grinned my way through the first 20 pages. It is so, so wicked.

EV Guy came over on Saturday and Sunday to hang brackets and shelves. He needed a book to read on the subway, so I loaned him "Breakfast of Champions." (It's small and fits into a jacket pocket...its main selling point at the moment).

When he came back on Sunday he said he was enjoying it and found it completely hilarious. Strangely, I was somewhat relieved by that. Vonnegut isn't everyone's cup of tea, he can be a little out there, with his drawings of assholes and underpants, but he is undeniably brilliant. And I know I've said it before, in my old blog, he's a pissed-off and brokenhearted patriot.

It did occur to me that now EVG has a book floating around in his world with my name written on the flyleaf. If I'd been thinking, I probably would have torn it out. I'd prefer not to have any tangible evidence of my existence in his life. I'd much rather be a concept than a reality.

I F^&*%ing Did It

I am back into the size 10 jeans this morning after a month and a half of cereal for breakfast and dinner (well, mostly -- there was one lapse into McDonald's breakfast, but that was necessitated by the multiple tequila shots the night before on an "Office Outing.")

I may look a bit like 10 pounds of sausage in a 5 pound sack, but goddammit, I did it.

Wahoo.

I'm feeling a tad self-congratulatory right now.

Didn't get the Sunday ride in -- got a 1/2 mile down the road and the skies opened up, so turned around and went home. But now I'm on fire with lust for my bike.

Last Night's Dream

A restless and disturbed night for me, first time in a long time.

Went to bed at about 10:30, quite early for me. Here's the dream:

It was nighttime. I was in some sort of urban parkland, but lost. I could see that there were residences surrounding this "wilderness" but I didn't know how to get out or how to get home. It felt like a park in Brooklyn or Queens. Definitely not Manhattan.

Had a feeling of panic -- fear of the dark and what could be lurking in the bushes.

Called EVG on my cell phone, and he said he would come to find me and show me how to get home. I hunkered down where I was and waited, and when he appeared out of the brush, I could see that there were a couple of shadowy figures behind him. I couldn't see their faces but the shapes were female. He was partially in shadow -- I could just make out his face, and for the first time his size seemed vaguely menacing and dangerous to me.

At that moment a realization appeared in my head, as if written in the sky in lights: "You are one of many."

He held out a hand as if to help me, and I smiled, reaching out to touch his arm.

"Never mind," I said. "I think I can find my way home on my own."

As I turned and began to walk away, Mambo decided at that moment that he needed me to not be asleep anymore.

I woke up and saw that it was only 1:15 in the morning.

Spent the rest of the night drifting between half-asleep and wakefulness.

Doesn't take a shrink to figure that one out, huh?

Spring is trying to spring

And in keeping with my current mindset -- I just don't trust it. Kinda like that guy from the East Village. I just don't trust it.

I'll believe it when I see it.

But ever optimistic -- I will go home and prep my bicycle for the potential ride on Sunday.

Project Runway ended like a balloon with a slow leak. The judges chose Chloe Dao, turning the whole show into Project Boring.

I am pathetically excited for "The Sopranos" to start up again on Sunday. 21 months we've gone without Tony & Company, and it's been like the best cliffhanger EVER.

Not Sexy, Honey

Those fake orange tans, whether spray-on or tanning-booth induced, are not sexy.

Ladies, you all look like Oompa-Loompas.