So apparently...

Okay, this is turning out to be one f*cked up day...

I've been hit on by two escorts on gay.com who apparently think I'm either rich or totally desperate.
Both aren't bad looking, but who the f*ck is gonna pay for play? Oh wait, I know people who have. Never mind...

I'm totally sapped for energy today. I dunno why, but I am. I think this past weekend was much more taxing on my than I realized, both physically and spiritually.

I'm just drained out.

The guy in Nova Scotia who I'm really interested in is having a really bad day and though he won't admit to it, I think that our interest in each other is feeding his sadness and stress. If he wasn't in Canada or if I wasn't in the US...but we are and emigration is painful at its best.

My mom is trying to get me to move to Arkansas. I have *no* idea why. I mean really, what would a semi-cultured, intelligent, and urbane gay man like myself do in small-town Arkansas. The biggest town within 100 miles is only 110,000 and it's in the middle of a dry county. She's pointing out jobs that I could get, selling me on apartments and houses, and how cheap used cars are down there.

Mom, no, really, I DO NOT want to live in Arkansas. It may be warmer in winter, but summers are a humid mosquito filled nightmare. I wouldn't subject my husband to living there and I KNOW I won't find a husband there.

Oh well, it's just one of those days.