Day in the Life of an Idiot

No broken lamps, broken bones or broken hearts. I'd say the sleepover was a success, wouldn't you?

In about ten minutes I'm going to rustle the boys out the door and deliver Donte to his mom, and then my big plan is to go get a gigantic, steaming cup of coffee. The only thing I neglected to prepare for this time was the fact that, with Shawn out of town, I really needed to have coffee at home I could make. I've been herding these cats undercaffinated, if you can believe that! (I did, at least have some tea, otherwise I'd be a complete zombie.)

I also don't think I meantioned my other great success while Shawn was away: I decorated the porch for Halloween. Halloween is a huge deal at our house.

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Later: I am finally at the coffee shop, sipping a guru brew. Hooray. Shawn will be home tonight around 10 pm (if all goes well with the plane, of course, knocking on wood.)

I just followed a twitter link to a very simple (but very well done) "It Gets Better" video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a3J9ge_vyFk and, just as I suspected, I can't watch any of these without crying. This one, in particular, resonates because the place I found healthy, happy gay people was in the future -- in science fiction and fantasy, specifically. But the last line did me in. This is such a great project. I hope it works for the next generation of GLBT people, and that everyone else can live long enough to find it does get better.