in analysis this morning my doctor actually made a comparison between my father and zeus. it was difficult to keep a straight face. the larger point she was making made sense, so i guess i'll give her a pass. i like to think of my father as kronos (the one who ate his kids). that's an analogy i can get behind. because he IS that big of an asshole -- and also then I'D be zeus and castrate and overthrow him.

i worked twelve hours yesterday, went home* at 9:00 and watched the olympics (from the neck down, michael phelps is perfection) and then went out to my ex-boyfriends club.

bad.

idea.

why would i go out to a club after a twelve-hour workday when i KNOW i have to get up at 6:30 for analysis? the only rational answer is "to get laid." but i wasn't even interested in getting laid last night. i'm missing someone. i don't think casual sex is a good idea. anyway... i chatted with the ex for a few minutes, had a gin & tonic and two beers and watched some very drunk trannies dance and sing. and met a sweet opera singer from north carolina who just moved here six weeks ago. poor guy -- that's quite an adjustment.

lots of coffee + 4-1/2 hours of sleep + getting up at 6:30 to talk about how crazy my dad is + emotional exhaustion + screenings of two "troubled" episodes of the show i'm working on is gonna = one longass friday.

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* i'm not staying at home right now. i'm house-sitting for my old boss. and i'm wearing a t-shirt today that i took out of the son's bedroom. i'll wash it and put it back eventually. is that wrong? it's not as wrong as the time i took a white prada shirt that belonged to the daughter's boyfriend and wore it to a gay bar. THAT was wrong. and quite dangerous.