Omar and I had been planning for a long time to go to Metamorphoses last night, and even with Elvis so sick, I still wanted, needed to go.

He was no better yesterday morning, he still wouldn't eat or drink, which meant that I couldn't give him any of his pills to help him breathe and even the smallest amount of exertion would make him collapse, panting and staring for twenty minutes or longer.

But then he would recover, and curl up normally and purr and look almost like a not-dying cat if you ignored his extreme skinniness and the fact that his fur is all dirty and he is breathing so hard that he rocks back and forth with every breath.

But I couldn't take another day off work, and I figured that if I was doing that, I might as well fill my soul with Metamorphoses as well.

We met at 8a for the line, which turned out to be not so much necessary. I really thought that with the closing looming that the line might be long as shit, but it actually ended up being the shortest line that I've ever been on.

The reason behind that might have been that it was so fucking cold. It was a long, long two hours, me not being dressed properly for the cold, and by the end we were just clutching each other, shaking and staring like the little match boy and girl.

We saw Lorelei, Omar's daughter who goes to Circle-in-the-Square, on her way into classes, and she hugged and kissed us both, which was nice. One out of three for Omar's harem digs me, if nothing else. I love the fact that half of the teachers I had twenty years ago are still teaching there, including a couple that I thought were about 100 years old in 1982, but they are still dragging themselves out of their coffins every morning and asking fresh young faces where they come in their family.

Finally, at 10a we got our tickets and staggered, freezing, to The Coffee Pot. There is nothing nicer in the world than being cold for a really long long time and going into the warm. Except possibly having to pee really badly and then getting to do so, which also happened at The Coffee Pot. Nice place, I'd never been there before, with sofas and everything, very Friends.

Then I had to go to work, which felt weird, as though I'd already put in a full day but now I had to do it again. About halfway through the day, Omar sent me a poem that he had written me which just about put me away.

It's not the best thing that he ever wrote, but it was for me and that's all that really mattered. I didn't get a lick of work done for the rest of the day, let me tell you. I told him that if he ever did it again, not to send it in the middle of a working day if he excepted me to continue being a productive member of society.

Then was the show, at last. I have wanted to see this my favourite show with Omar since September, I think, and at last I did. The performance was slightly off, but not so you'd notice if you hadn't seen it six times, and he loved it, which was the important thing.

There was an understudy in as Alcyon, and she was okay but not quite good enough. One of the women who had left the show was back in, I suppose because of the impending closing. I wish that Raymond and Louise would come back too, but I suppose that's not fair to their replacements.

But even a little off, even with an understudy that wasn't quite intense enough, it was glorious. I want Eros and Psyche to be read at my wedding.

After the show, we had dinner at Burittoville. Yes! I went to somewhere besides Vynl! Not my choice, but they did have good nachos and one of my favourite songs was playing as we came in, A Little Respect by Erasure. I swear, I sing that song daily.

We sat there for a few hours and then went home. On our way down the street he said, "We started the day together and we are ending the day together. People are going to talk!" And I thought, honey, if you don't think they are talking already, you aren't paying attention.

Today's horoscope:
How many more times can you explain this? Be patient with someone clueless or new to the process. When it comes to money, adding it up and spelling it out is a never-ending process.

One year ago today:
I still don't feel sick, which is totally unfair. I don't much want to get sick, and I'm having my second Hep B shot on Friday, and it's probably like a flu shot in that you're not supposed to be sick when you get it, but I was so looking forward to getting a day off!

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