Went to work Monday healthy, came home the next morning with the sniffles. I'll refrain from singing much, if at all, tonight at the bar, but I'm not missing a chance to deliver flowers and poetry to Cookie.

Last night I skipped a movie with Salma Hayek writhing around half naked. That's how I KNOW I must have been tired.

Working in Oswego Sunday, hope I can breath better by then.

I said a lot of prayers this weekend concerning me and Cookie. I don't love spells, I have problems with the concept of a love spell. If love is gonna happen, BOTH sides HAVE to be falling in love under their own free will. I did, however, ask for help as far as her seeing me for who I REALLY am inside and out. I wrote out all my feelings and gave it to her last night at the bar on my way to East Syracuse, along with flowers. I didn't want to risk being called to work in Oswego and miss my chance and telling her how I feel about her. I gave her the flowers and car in public in a crowded bar. I spoke to her on the phone after closing time, and she was very happy about the card and flowers. She hadn't had time to read the card, but the sound she made when she saw the card and flowers in my hand made it clear she meant it when she said she was happy. I put my home number, cell number and email in the card and told her I stay up all night every night (carpe noctum!) and she can always call me at work.

I'm trying not to get my hopes up, but every time I think about her, it's impossible not to dream.

Yesterday afternoon, I was sitting in my guard shack in Oswego, talking to Mom on the phone, watching the ships go by. I spotted a two masted sailing ship, which is unusual in Oswego in the 21st century, so I made note of it and started to observe it more intently. I told Mom I had to go , the pirates were landing in Oswego. I had no worries of actual problems, but it was just too cool a ship to ignore. I walked to the docks and helped them moor, then I noticed that she actually had four fully functional cannons. And a skull on the deck. And a parrot. This was just getting too cool. I talked to the family that was sailing her, her name is "The Royaliste"

http://www.theroyaliste.com

She has had quite the history!

Also in Oswego, I had arrived at the work site 90 minutes early, since nobody had bothered to call my company and update them on yet another schedule change for the ship. I decided to kill kill in the H Lee White Marine Museum next door. I love this place. Unfortunately, the newest addition to the museum wasn't happy to see me. It seems a mother duck has just hatched a pair of ducklings, and has taken residence in the window sill flower bed nearest to the entrance. As you enter , she hisses at you and takes an aggressive posture. I gave her a bagel to eat, she responded angrily. Oh well.

http://www.hleewhitemarinemuseum.com/upcoming.html#royal

In other news, I bought a greeting card for Cookie on the way home from Oswego, and spilled my guts into it, telling her exactly how I feel about her. On the way to the bar Wednesday, I'm going to stop and get her a rose. She's caused me to lose my common sense, and I'm thoroughly enjoying this.

Before I say ANYTHING else, I apologize to those of you who got my request multiple times, I just don't have time to keep track of who already got the message. That was the first time I've used the send a message to every feature. I'll avoid doing that again until NEEDED. It was just easier for me doing it that way.

Last night was my first karaoke in three weeks, hadn't had a day off for three three weeks. I started to wonder what the hell was happening when 8pm came and went and it was still just me and the newest bartender, known simply as Cookie. Cookie is an amazingly attractive woman, in my overly horny Rhinoceros opinion. Physically, mentally, spiritually, and in personality, she is flawless. Me like cookie!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BovQyphS8kA

By 9pm, we had a few regulars, and a new threesome. A woman from Palestine, another woman I'll describe in a moment, and a guy who I'm not sure which of the two he came with.

This woman should have been a lounge singer in any Casino in the world. An amazing voice, a body made for a cocktail dress, and moves that were meant to be performed on a dance floor, a stage or on top of a grand piano. We talked, and even drunk, she described all the reading she's been doing on Eastern philosophies, and pronounced everything flawlessly. Sober, I have trouble getting my mouth around the words sometimes. She seemed to think I was quite a bit of all right, she kept coming over and using me as stripper pole. Woman must think I'm a gay bar bouncer or something. They come to me to save them, or they come over and writhe all over me and think I won't get the wrong idea. Oh well, I'm saving my overly large heart for any chance I can have of eating a certain Cookie.

I hadn't sang in public for three weeks, but it didn't take long for my throat to wake up. Decided to head home a bit early, was getting tired and Oswego schedules are notorious for changing six time between first getting orders to be there and when the ship actually arrives.

So, here I am, happily doing this and that on a computer during my 2 hour computer lab time here in the library, when I find out I've been banned from Dark World. I just joined not TWO HOURS AGO. It seems they don't want ANYONE elses badges on ANY of their members profiles. They sent me a message saying as such, but it would have been, um...let's see...what's the word...oh yes...CIVILIZED to give me SOME time to adjust my profile for them.

Once again, I find that some of my nocturnal brethren can be so hard to get along with. I'll take their badge of my profiles when I get a chance LATER.