Still not announced

Having trouble sleeping on a regular basis - I feel sleepy, get to sleep right away, 3am starts fucking with me for some reason. So I lay and nap and roll and lay. I'll get over it.

Trying to go out with a friend or at least be busy every night.

The only things ... I feel like I should write, but mostly I've emailed friends privately and all else I have to talk about is work. Works is important, but it doesn't make for much of a story. Nothing fun happens in pants.

I see gay club dancing in my future. However I turn into a pumpkin at midnight.

My name has become "José Vicar" because of my pseudo-name in email and adventures in local politics.

I'm sad and...and I can feel my pulse. Not a desperate hunger, but an energy. An energy that is happy to smile quietly but alive, seeing, feeling, breathing in possibilities. Stupid possibilities but ones that matter.

Nothing is perfect but it seems like everything I have put time into is working out, paying off, at least somewhat. It's like sticking with it, no matter what it is, is the one thing that's worked for me.

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AM metro rail: See a young man get on the train with TWO bikes in tow, and he's wearing about 3-5 days of sweat; I'm pretty sure that's a bike thief right there. Get my phone out, turn off the volume, and try to take an incognito picture...only to have the flash go off. All he does is turn away - starts to get off at Smithsonian, I get up to follow, and he backs up. I get off and report him to the station manager, then just arrived at work and reported him to transit police. Blue line largo, car 3169 I think. Sadly, he was black, but I'm not such a white apologist that I'm not suspicious of a man with TWO bikes in tow.