Hagrid is in the House!

So, before I do anything else, I think it's time for me to take a moment and stop and express my deep appreciation for everyone who has helped me get to where I am now in my education.
( Click for a long list of thank yous )

Dylan loves me too much to cut me free. He'd never abandon me because of who I am inside.

This relationship isn't over. Mark my words.

Here's a neat trick my Captain showed me this week:
How to burn incense sticks when you don't have a incense stick holder -- just put it on the toilet, clamping the non-burning end of the stick between the toilet seat and the bowl! Isn't that clever?
The stick burns all the way, dropping ashes into the water as it goes. If anything goes wrong, the burning stick will fall into the water, and go out. And when the stick is finished burning, just lift the seat, and the remainder of the burned stick falls into the toilet. Flush, and you're all cleaned up! Wow!

It's snowing here, big, heavy clumps (not flakes, clumps) of wet snow that are accumulating rapidly. Several cm in just the past 3 hours - when I went out on the porch at 06:30 to have a smoke, it was raining and green outside. I went back to bed, snuggling up under the covers with my Captain.

Two and a half hours later, everything is white, and it's still coming down fast and hard. No way I am making it to Radical Faerie Coffee today. Good thing I'm inside, warm, with my Captain!

We're down to the last week before finals, and that means quarter projects are coming due. Fortunately, I only have one actual final (which I can take at home on the computer), but two portfolios and a poster presentation I have to turn in as well. And, of course, they're not done yet because I procrastinate like crazy.

I'm going to be OK, though. The Captain has been a real blessing through this. I actually get more homework done when I am at his place than when I am home by myself -- he won't let me slack off and go into la la land, cracking the whip on me to finish my stuff before playtime. It's actually working. He's like the disciplinarian I never had growing up.

He talked to my mother last week, and apparently Mom told him "Kevyn isn't very good at getting things done on his own." Too true, Mom, I just didn't know you had noticed! It seems I made the right choice in seeking out a captain to catch my wild wind in his sails.

Still, in the next 8 days, I have to get the following done:

JOUR 340 History of Mass Media:

• 1 annotated bibliography (50% done)
• 1 poster presentation on "Rosie the Riveter" in the media (40% done)
• 1 textbook to finish reading (80% done)

ENG 351 Fiction Writing:

• 3 stories to edit (0% done)
• 1 "stranger comes to town 2-4 page story to finish (50% done)
• 1 Conflict only through setting 2-4 page short story (0% done)
• 1 Character voice through dialogue 2-4 page shot story (0% done)
• 1 novel (Cloud Atlas) to finish reading (40% done)
• 1 2-4 page short story continuing a thread in Cloud Atlas (0% done)
• 1 unknown Cloud Atlas assignment that he hasn't given us yet, but will probably give us on Tuesday or Thursday
• 1 major re-write of my "Tigers are Predators" story (10% done, and this will mostly write itself)
• ...and all of this ENG 351 work will need to be compiled into a portfolio due a week from Tuesday.

ENG 462 Grant Writing:

• 4 pages of boilerplate grant materials for our project. Fortunately, because of circumstances beyond our control, the actual grant itself isn't going to be written, but we still have to present the project with a mess of grant materials for them to use going forward.

Whew.

It's gonna be a busy busy week. And, I still need to register for classes for spring!

It's 4 a.m.
And I wake up
Alone.

It's only been
Ten hours
Since he laid besides me
But I already miss him.

I hug myself tightly
Remembering how he looked
Half-naked
Sprawled on my bed
Just ten hours ago.

My body recalls
Sharing his bed
Late at night, darkness
Naked bodies spooning
Legs intertwined
My arm draped across
His furry belly
My face buried in his neck.

I breathe in his scent
And ask him a question
He's already asleep
And he mumbles an incoherent answer
I smile, content, in My Captain's arms.

I have spent my whole life
Sleeping alone
And now...

...I don't want to.

UCK.

It started Thursday night with a cough, and a runny nose that kept draining into my chest. Then I started having zero appetite, massive gas (burping and farting), aches and pains, headache. By Friday night I was having chills, night sweats, diarrhea, and waking up to go to the bathroom every hour.

Been drinking lots and lots of water and taking Comtrex and Acetaminophen.

Dylan took care of me Friday and Saturday. What a wonderful boyfriend!

I think the worst is behind me, and have come home to sleep in my own bed, but I am still very weak. Hurts to smoke, so I got patches and straws to keep the nicotine monkey at bay.

I think this is the flu.

And to make things worse, it's cold and gray and wet and snowy outside.

Will update later. Right now, I'm going back to bed.

Mmmmmm. I am seriously in like with porthos74.

Went over to his place Saturday after Faerie Coffee.
Last night we played pool, he made me dinner, then we walked arm in arm on the Boulevard Park promenade (which we had to ourselves) and kissed under the stars. Went to a party at Alex Poo's (seriously, great party, dude ;-) ) then back to Capt. Dylan's (he calls me his "First Mate" ... and "Pet Giant") and played pool (I lost - a LOT!). He taught me how to play 9-ball (Gotta love a game that favours slop shots). Held each other at the stroke of midnight on his back porch watching fireworks through the trees, and kissed.

Whoa, this is happening fast.

Happy 2008!

Went to brunch this morning, and shopping. I talked and talked and talked, and I know I didn't listen enough but I just wanted to lay my soul bare before this guy (I promise to listen more next date).
It felt very comfortable, very peaceful. He is such a funny guy, and he gets my jokes and obscure references (Would you like Skinny & Sweet?). Only 33, that's 6 years younger than me, but he knows he's a Gen-Xer, and we're on the same wavelength a lot. It's actually a little scary. He kept saying today that he keeps forgetting that we've only been dating a week.

I know exactly what he means.

Today I took him out for lunch, and then back to his place to play pool, and then out to see Sweeney Todd (freaked me out -- gory).

Wayne just came over, in tears. Gotta go.

I have a lunch date on Sunday!