Happy belated birthday to you.

 "Hi, America.  I'm your new President.  Let's all grow the fuck up, shall we?"

 Bought the Demon Hunters   role-playing game.  From the folks at Dead Gentlemen Productions (Creators of the cult hits  The Gamers and The Gamers 2: Dorkness Rising ), Demon Hunters is in many ways typical of the popular "Urban Horror" rpg setting:  The characters are all members of a secret society dedicated to serving the side of good in the endless war between Heaven and Hell.  Drawn from...

Happy Birthday to annanda111  , my ex-wife and current close friend.  You've known me longer than anyone up here, you've seen me at my worst and at my best, and yet somehow we can still enjoy each others' company in joy and happiness.  May the upcoming year bring you nothing but peace and prosperity.  You rock in every possible way.

 Twilight. So I found a copy at Larisa's house, and she let me borrow it. And, um...yeah. My eyes rolled so much that I'm still dizzy. To paraphrase our president-elect:  You can put lipstick on a pig, and it's still a pig.  You can put strawberry-scented shampoo and sparkles on a steaming cow patty, and it's still a steaming cow patty. Of course I need to read the next one now.  

A fine New Year's Eve.  Early in the day, I took the Gold Line train and the bus to the Boardwalk (a long but worthwhile commute, as the Gold Line passes through Chinatown, which is always awesome to behold).  Set up shop.  Mike, the watcher of my stuff, has been kicked off of the Boardwalk by the cops (Given reason:  His dog has no tags.  Real reason:  Typical sweep of the scruffy homeless so that...

 Still alive.  Still in good spirits.  Safe and warm for now. The day came for me to leave.  Woke up at The Host's place, looked outside the window:  Rain.  I shuddered.  While I had a place to stay that night, and (as I found out later), my circle of friends had gone into overdrive arranging things so that I'd be out of the cold, it was a nasty reminder of the sudden instability that had invaded...

The power of positive thinking only goes so far sometimes. As I've stated in previous journal entries, I'm moving tomorrow without a real place to stay.  Anna was kind enough to offer a night, Laurel another, and my friend Larisa stated that she might be able to find an option for me somewhere.  It's all appreciated more than I can express to any of these women.  It's also overwhelming in another...

Rain in Venice today.  I wasn't able to work.  No major drama one way or the other.  I was planning on writing out another flashback, but I don't have the motivation. So instead, I give you a doo-wop group, an 80s rapper, and someone in a superhero suit singing.  And there's a violin in there for some reason.

A couple of weeks ago, The Host told me that he'd be moving at the end of January, and told me that I should probably start looking for a new place.  I thanked him for the more than reasonable warning, and kept my eyes open for alternatives, knowing that this was enough time to save for a move. Last Friday, he told me that I needed to be out "[B]y the end of next week."  Not such a great warning,...