Fuq that tofu I need a pork chop on my plate

Friday was a fairly busy day that emodied the whole nature of my job. I started it off by bouncing from Downtown to West Roxbury, then to Dorchester, then to Brighton, back Downtown for a meeting at City Hall, back to the office in Roxbury for the rest of the day, then to East Boston to scoop up MikeA from the airport, then to Mattapan to link up with the li'l shorty and my sis and to visit Debi and the fam, then to the crib in Jamaica Plain to consolidate whips, then to Cambridge for dinner, the South End to drop off the love birds at the Hampton Inn, then back Downtown once again to shout out Buckshot at WERS, and finally...yes finally back to the lab to tuck the midget in. Damn...I'm tired just writing that.

Unlike last week's heatwave, the weather has been mild and exceedingly fly (nice) the last few days (save for the torrential rains that fell Friday night). I made my way down to Stamford, CT yesterday for my man KY's engagement party. It was a beautiful event with great apptizers that flowed all night and an open bar that had cats hurting before 9pm. He and Dee make a great couple and I wish them the best of success and the brightest of future happiness together. I don't feel as bad now that my engagement went down the tubes. Somebody's gotta make good on their promises. I'll stick to being happy and instead of making a living - making a life. Love, happiness, wealth, fame, fortune, and all that other stuff should follow suit as they may. I just need to get over this guilty conscience that has me on the brink of tears every night I tell the midget 'good night' and 'bye-bye' as I walk through the door and head home. I guess I'll get over it eventually. I hope.