2005-06-14 - 11:17 a.m.
So.....Last night the Brit Extraordinaire arrived at my house with pizza, cigarettes, Jameson, two bottles of wine, and absolutely scintillating conversation.
We need to stop doing this, as we are both incapable of actual sleep when we have the option to share each other's company instead. He needs his rest so he can work and support me in the style to which I would like to become accustomed.
(That's a joke,for those of you who may be a little slow this morning...)
I am rapidly becoming addicted to his conversation. He has one of the most beautiful minds I have ever encountered. Just watching his thought processes makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. Or maybe that's the booze...
It's so glorious to be spending time with someone who actually appreciates my bizarre and arcane sense of humor. We have spent many many hours just talking, sharing our thoughts with each other, learning each other. He makes me feel exalted, intoxicated. He is --brace yourselves-- better than whiskey.
Yes...we're going straight to Hell. To stage a strategic takeover. We make a really great team...if I ever stop being so damned lazy, we could take over the world. Or not. Just think of the paperwork that would involve.
So, my dears, raise your glass to us poor sleep-deprived maniacs. I'll be raising one to you.
