25 June 2006
Huge Sum-up Post That Says Much More Than It Means and Means Much More Than It Says
There are a lot of things to say right now. I'm moving away; I'm quitting my job; I'm selling my house; I'm working on a project for which I don't really have time. I feel like I am all alone in the world... and I'm still in Pasadena. It's like that Margo Channing quote—okay, I'm being dramatic here, and Margo isn't even talking about being a single gay man, but when she says, "And in the last analysis nothing is any good unless you can look up just before dinner or turn around in bed and there he is," I feel like I know what she's talking about. No. I am being silly. I am not forty and I am not a fading star or any of that melodramatic nonsense (and I don't have Joseph L. Mankiewicz writing me brilliant one-liners.) No. But I am single and I am tired of being alone. Never mind; Margo Channing wasn't any of those things. I don't know what I'm talking about. It would be nice to be held, though. I kind of miss that.