Sick

Got dragged out to the bars last night by William. Didn't want to go as I've been trying to hold off the bug that's been just barely not making me sick.

Crowds that were out were disgusting. Unwashed nasty uglies. Even the expensive bar at the Hotel had dirt people.

No one has live bands anymore, everywhere it's karaoke. Bad karaoke. Country karaoke. Bleurrgh!

And after a few nasty draught beers, my throat is on fire and hurts horribly. I think I have lice from the disgusting excuse for a human who was standing next to me.

So glad William left to go play cribbage, 'cos after twelve hours of sleep I still would have killed him for dragging me out.

I'm sick - I think the nastiness last night gave the bug the break it had been looking for. Two full weeks of nastiness if I've gotten the form that's going around.

Naughty boys

Lesson learned: Don't ever leave your camera unattended.

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Moral Issue

Question, and more of a general conversation topic than anything specific.

Say a man, a potential parter, is well known (and self-admittedly) a little dim witted. Not clincially, but just a little slower than average. He behaves chilishly at best, at times almost a primadonna. Almost? Err... Well, it's the way the industry's pushed him. But still a nice guy, even is he is prone to temper tantrums, bouts of lying, and drug use.

So knowing this, morally, is it wrong to use him for my own physical purposes? He is an adult, even if he chooses not to act like one. What I don't know is if he could understand what I want and don't want from him and keep it on the level.

Feed a wild animal once and they eat the food and run away.

Feed them consistantly and they become tame.

Should that can of worms be opened, or put back in the pantry? Would it be worth getting involved? Would his wife be angry, or would she chalk it up to being on the road?

Answers on a post card.