I was just walking along the other day, minding my own business.  Well minding it as much as I could, because sometimes you just can't help but get caught up in your surroundings.  That happened to me.  I overheard these two guys talking.  One was telling the other about his rather bad breakup with his girlfriend.  Before you ask, no, she didn't chop up a monkey and serve it to him in his chicken pot pie.  But she did, let his dog named Monkey, um,  how to phrase this politely for the kiddies who might read,  "go" in it.  Seems she found out about Mistress #2 by finding her monogramed thong in with her laundry.  Not a good thing as you can image.  This guys favorite meal was chicken pot pie so she cooked it up, and served it up, and then left him to throw it up.  Now my question.  When and how did he learn about what Monkey had done to this dish? 

I'm not even sure I want to know the answer to that.

OK, I know, I must do better.  Been slack on the journal lately, but I have been busy.  Too busy for my own good.  And the fact that I have to meet with the Council every week and never be heard is insulting.  I mean if you don't give a damn about my thoughts or opinions why do you insist I attend.  Am I just your token, your wallpaper, your window dressing?

As you can probably guess, yes, I confronted High and Mighty about this and the agruement that insued pissed me off even more.  He's unreasonable.  Unbelievable.  Unsympathic. 

ENOUGH!  I'm not going to bring everyone down over my own issues with my father.

I'm heading out for a weekend of relaxation.  So far all my clients are doing well.  Some better than well, and I'm jealous.  I wish for an hour of what they've been up to.  Maybe I'll rope Gorin into going with.  Yes. I'll make him go.  Maybe even a few more of the guys.  Hell, I'll even spring for a round of golf at HH.

Starting the new year off with a bang.  I've been on the go non-stop for days.  And I still have no time really.  But I'm making some time for Allura this afternoon.  I'm taking her to a play then an early dinner.  And yes, probably, a walk down Riverstreet to visit the candy shop.  Hey, what are big brothers for?

Besides I need the break as much as she needs the attention.  I totally disagreed with The Council this week but had to follow orders.  Sometimes being in charge sucks!

Lane was involved in an accident.  He's ok, but if not for his intervention something terrible might have . . . no, make that would have occured.  But I fear he's becoming infatuated with the girl he saved.  Don't get me wrong, she's hot.  Blonde hair, deep emarld eyes, nice ass.  But he can't afford to get mixed up with someone and do everything on his plate.

But, it's his life and I'm just a friend.  I'll listen and offer advice, but I can't make his decisions for him.  He's earthbound again so I won't hear from him for a few days at least.  Then we'll find out how things are going with him and little miss hottie.  If things are going at all.

High and Mighty is pissed.  I got out of the trip, but at what cost?

I took a walk along Riverstreet this morning.  Past the Waving Girl.  She was there.  She looked so sad.  I wanted to reach out to her.  And do what?  Nothing.  Not a damn thing.  Because there is not a damn thing I can do.  I turned around and began walking away.  That's when Gorin found me.

Sometimes it irritates the hell out of me that he knows me so well.  Knows when and where to find me.  Where my haven truly is.  And that he knows her so well, and I can't.  I suspect he knows my secret as well.

But he did a fine job making our remaining stay in the city worth it.  I swear he calls Jagger the player, but he does his fair share of playing as well.  Sometimes it's more entertaining to just sit back and watch.  The sorry SOB is my best friend, so I guess I'll tolerate his sorry ass a little longer.

My father has arranged for me to "visit" old friends.  He doesn't want me to visit.  He's sending me over for review.  He wants me to get married.  I feel like cattle or something.  I have to get out of this.  I need an emergency.  Where's Rand or Jagger when you need them?

Hell, I know, Jagger is in the Santa suit again tonight.  I'll grant him a reprieve if he gets me out of this one.

Sometimes, I just want to get out.  Ride on my bike, with the wind in my hair.  No cares.  No worries.  Forget life.

Duty and honor suck.  Got the lecture from the High and Mighty today.  I knew it was coming, but he waited longer than I tought he would.  I shouldn't have shunned the "important" people at the dinner on Friday.  I should know my place.  Remember who I am and destined to be. blah-blah-blah

Going for that ride now.  But I stand behind my previous post.  Very satisfied!

My horoscope today reads:

I've already helped the friend.  Lane is mobile again, problem solved.  Now he's on his way to Houston.  I'll absolutely, positively make good use of tonight.  A good dinner (I'll ignore my father's glaring eye from the head table), wine, extra fine company, (excluding Santa) and if I'm lucky, music and dancing and a little desert in my room afterward.  Yes, I think I have concrete plans for tonight.

That is Lane's favorite line.  Seems fitting since he's earthbound today.  Meaning, I can't contact him.  He was going to the OBX to check on something.  A disturbance with one of our clients.  Seems she went earthbound early this morning.  I don't normally keep up with anyone's clients but my own, but yesterday seemed to jar me a bit out of my normal routine.  I knew something was wrong before Lane.  Not exactly a good thing but not necessarily anything bad either.

On to something festive, "Santa" will be the guest of honor at the Council dinner tomorrow night.  Everyone should be there.  I can't wait for the show.  I've got front row seats.