Say the f word, Darling (or Keyser Soze was here)

After a mostly sleepless night, caused by strange sounds that seemed to emanate from the attic, I plowed through half a day of work before attending today's City Hall meeting.

Sitting in on the Commission meeting was even worse than I had imagined possible - sort of like watching a three-hour porn movie featuring really ugly actors abusing themselves in front of each other -  so I've decided to put it out of my mind for a few days.

Thankfully a call from O.D.D.* helped put me in a better frame of mood. Although it was too late for him to come by Chez Melina, and I was not granting audiences anyhow, his alternately polite and risque talk was sweet. We talked about movies and sex. I admitted I had a mild case of the hots for Gabriel Byrne. Much to my delight, he is also fond of the film The Usual Suspects.

When I hung up, I decided that he can call me darling any time, even when it's preceded by comments like "I love to hear you say fuck, darling".

* See Key to Characters at right.