By way of some weird glitch or final acknowledgment of the good person I am, I have cable again. Not just cable, super cable. I have every channel available, except Playboy, Pay Per View and On-Demand channels. I don't know why or how. It was on when I got back home this afternoon. I just happened to glance over at the cable box and noticed the clock was working. The display had been nothing but dashes since the service was disconnected. Maybe Laura paid her half and they reconnected it. Weird thing though, it's not working on her TV. My Optimum Online service hasn't been restored.

I called Mark to find out if he knew anything about this. He doesn't. Laura, of course, isn't around. I'm watching 'Willard'. Skipping the 'Sopranos' because Gary's taping it, I've always wanted to watch 'Willard,' and if cable stays on until tomorrow at least, I'll watch the 'Sopranos' at midnight.

Went to a great writing group meeting last night at Zack's parent's. Lot's of people, good people. That's where I wrote my last entry and with incredible speed too. Everything was perfect, the words just came and I had the energy to get 'em all down. I was proud. I read it during the reading portion. Andrea read this really nice piece she wrote while she was on vacation last week. The others were nice but Andrea's stuck out for me, along with this guy Peter (who I hadn't met before) and Lauren. For some reason, Lauren reminds me of Sandra Bullock. I think that every time I see her but never mention it to anyone.

Pizza was good as always. Halfway through the reading a storm rolled in. I love storms and I love people who love storms. They turn me on for some reason. Storms, not the people who love them, or maybe them too. It was pouring when we all got ready to head over to Zack's place. Rain's erotic. Rain and storms. I'd love to get caught in a big storm. I'd love to run into my apartment all wet and clingy with Gary. Claw at each other's wet clothes that act as second skin and have him push me up against the wall. Hot, sweaty, wet fuck. His wet jeans and underwear crumpled around his ankles. Me, naked except for my soaked tshirt. Possibly my socks as well, or just one sock.

Pretty much everyone who went over to Zack's was soaked. Zack took a shower in the rain. Pictures were taken. I was so wet, I had to take my clothes off and just hang around in my underwear. No one complained. Some of the girls had to get a pair of Zack's boxers and a tshirt. A few of us ended up hanging really late, playing old school Super Mario Brothers and, of course, Arkanoid.