Surreptitious Opinionation

I am moping. I have some concerns, like my time is about to become severely constrained, though it’s not like I’ve been making excellent use of it up until now. I really ought to start cooking at home, which will further constrain my time. And I know so few people who are truly local, and those that I do know have such busy lives. Taken altogether I’m feeling a lack of attention. And I’m really not sure what to do about it. I’m feeling like I’m in an “all actions are bad” space, and inaction is a bad move too. I’m sure I’ll figure something out.

On the bright side, I did get to meet and his boyfriend this morning. They are cool people. Those who have an opportunity to meet/hang out with them should take it.

Well, my flight was originally supposed to take off 30 minutes ago. When I left they were saying it would actually take off an hour from now. I changed my flight to tomorrow morning. Another night in the big city. Woo.

I’m uninspired re: what to do with my evening. Maybe I’ll cook something and hit the gym. I dunno.

So after expressing surprise that anglophone Canadians pronounce the letter ‘Z’ as “Zed” (if I were to quote my phrase phoenitically, “Oh, you guys pronounce ‘zee’ as ‘zed'”), showed me this awesome little beer ad. I hope my south-of-the-border compatriots get as much of a kick from it as I do.

I’m back in chicago, it’s time for the gay games, and sadly, I’m unwell. I have a throat and ear thing which makes me think swimming may be ill-advised. I’m currently covered under my minnesota based student health insurance, and my local health insurance doesn’t start until a week from monday, when my job starts, after the games are over. Tuesday’s event would preclude me heading out to the burbs to hang with and . Additionally, my master’s swimming membership has apparently lapsed, which I need to participate.

But most importantly, when you get right down to it, swimming doesn’t do much for me anymore. I used to love it for its meditative qualities. Then I discovered yoga. Big gay things don’t really do much for me anymore either. These days, I prefer to celebrate my sexuality in more modestly sized events, like dates and orgies.

I’m not sure if my mysterious mouth scratches/lesions/whatever responded well to my vitamin C megadose and first protein shake in forever, or if they were just going away anyway, but that’s much better now. My lymph node(s) under my jaw are feeling better, though still tender. I’m going to set up a little appointment with the local gblt health clinic, which is holding special hours for the gay games.

Fun stuff. More retrospective travelogue stuff to come.

This is the start of my final week on the road. I think I will greatly enjoy my time in Toronto, but I’m pretty much ready for the travel to end. I have trepidation about work. But it went well last summer, and I didn’t want to leave at the end. I see no reason to expect that to change.

So, I just saw Avenue Q. Totally awesome. It is very funny, and occasionally touching, and full of great observations about life. Plus the singer/puppeteer with top billing is really cute. And “Gary Coleman” reminded me soooo much of .

I’m now on the roof of the building where I will spend my last two nights in NYC, in SOHO. I have a great view of what I think is the Empire State Building. Yay, New York!

There’s nothing quite like pangs of homesickness when you don’t really have a home to go to.