Moira woke me this morning with the news that the t-shirt place would charge us over $100 for the two t-shirts, what with the screen set-up and everything. That sure woke me up fast!

The only reason that we didn't do them at Cafepress in the first place was because we wanted them in red, and with the extra postage that I'm going to have to spend to get them by Monday it will still be pretty expensive, but it won't be no $100.

Why, may I ask, did we wait so long for everything? Why didn't we do this weeks ago? What is our problem? Not only that, but of course they didn't have any light green tank tops. How am I going to find a light green tank top in February? By tomorrow so that Omar's mother can sew it?

We are all as dumb as rocks.

Yesterday I was going to go get my wig (which I am starting to consider not wearing, what with my not wanting to spend anymore goddamn money--maybe Tracy will lend me hers), but Omar had called me the night before and asked me if I wanted to spend the day at his house. Which I did. So I did.

I went over around 1p and we had lunch at the Kentucky Fried Chicken that I always stop at when I drive by his house, where he ordered the 8 piece snack. I somehow have a feeling that the 8 piece snack is for more than one person, but I perhaps he's storing fat for the winter.

He said something that I've always known about him, but it's something that I really like about him. We were talking about a girl that we know that is kind of heavy but is pretty, and he said that he finds her very attractive. "I mean, I'm human, if a perfect vision is in front of me I certainly respond to that, but it's not what I go after. What I find attractive is the person."

This is exactly why I never felt as though I'm not in his league, because he's never looking over my shoulder at someone prettier--he's so good-looking himself that he could easily go after people for their looks, and people certainly chase him for that reason, but you can't base a relationship on the relative hotness of the people involved.

And of course, as I've said before, I know five people that he has had relationships with not including myself, and none of them were any great beauties. He's just not that shallow.

Back at the house, he showed me the room in his wife's apartment that I had helped fix up last time I was there, and it was looking really nice. I was horrified at the idea of putting lino over a wood floor, but it does look good, being a very pretty colour. And the wood floor still exists underneath it and someday when a wood floor lover lives there, they can easily put everything to right.

Then we watched Mister Rogers Neighborhood together, because that's what Bucky and Waffles say they did together in the show and Omar wanted to have really done it. I adore Mister Rogers.

The funny thing is that they were expecting a visit from Celeste in the Neighborhood of Make Believe, so it was sort of French Day, which doesn't fit with Flora Horror and Java, but certainly does with The Monsieur le Chat Show. Which he is writing now. And which is equated with Mister Rogers in Flora Horror. Up to speed?

Anyway, so we cuddled on his wife's couch and watched the show, then worked on our lines, then went over the new show, which is hilarious. I had lots of good ideas for it, and it is going to be very silly and sexy. I love the idea of playing a hot French maid in a short skirt, no-one would cast me in that role normally. I might have to be corseted to do the show properly.

Then we heard his wife's footsteps and I had to go home. I suggested that we go up together and hang out for a couple of hours, just the three of us, and he laughed and said, "In a perfect world." She's never gonna like me, but that's not my problem, baby.

He walked me to the van and we kissed goodnight a bunch of times. Seems like we're back to par. Meow meow meow like par.

And if anyone wants any Flora Horror and Java merchandize, click here! It's all very cool-looking stuff, thanks to Samantha, the terrific logo designer, and frankly I can use a little dosh to offset what I am spending on this show!

Today's horoscope:
The perfect moment is already past. Don't let an antiquated system weigh you down. Your project needs an infusion of new blood and a breath of fresh air.

One year ago today:
After about half an hour I decided five more minutes, and then a van came. I got on it and it was full, so I said, "What's wrong with you people? Why are you not at home?" A guy answered, "Well, what's wrong with you?" and I said, "Hey, I know I'm an idiot!"

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