If only I could write about half of the things I’ve learned last night. But I have to be patient. Just a little while. Yet never has it been harder.

((Ritual Disclaimer for the Wicked: In this particular blog you will find mature language, sexual content and general lines of thought that can be considered disturbing. You have been warned. … Ok, probably not THAT bad.))

So the leading lady made Jason Keeper of Elysium for last night. A decision I can but commend her. I think the man deserved a little prestige boost at this juncture. The guest list was irritating and impressive at the same time, thus perfectly fit for Jason.

For once I don’t think anyone could have seen that one coming. I sure as hell didn’t. Doubt that any of the others had a fair chance.

My my… What a difference a day makes.

And how the hell am I supposed to cross over? I think I never went from nuts to paranoid to calm to paranoid to headachy and straight back to paranoid again in that little a time!

There’s a storm brewing. No telling what ship will make it through.

Last Thursday was the 99th anniversary of the sinking of Titanic – which prompted me to have a special party for the domain. Couldn’t have guessed who’d show up though! I’d congratulate myself on that, if only I had anything to do with the matter.

Very confusing evening. And unproductive too!