Missed Opportunities

Woke up a little less refreshed than the day before, but still much better than say, previous to the melatonin. The office lights were bothering me all day. I normally work with one or both of them out, but no combination seemed to help my vision. JJD and SMS were out, but I didn't realize that would've made for good singing until much later. I worked out *twice* in my office, occasionally browsed Tumblr and tried to not compare myself to the impossible individuals there. And had to remind myself that for many of my fans, and even some of my costars, I *am* the impossible, genetic lottery winner. Donny, my heavily closeted client who wanted to date me (that is, still see me, but not be a client) messaged me out of the blue. Unfortunately, our conversation went like this:

Him: Hey, hope all is well with you.

Me: Heya Donny! Long time no chat! How've you been?

Him: Good. You?

Me:..........
......................
........................Also good.

Him: Good.

I'm really really done carrying conversations that I didn't start to begin with.

I also hit the gym again - go me! Except that makes for all of 3 days in a row this week, and 4 days last week, after nearly a week off. It was a rough workout, but I did the whole damn thing. I did the dishes when I got home, because discipline, and had a hard time not falling asleep immediately. I really hope I'm not getting sick. Jason Ensign was giving away tickets to see Tiger Style, a show at La Jolla Playhouse, but I want to fuck him, not watch a show with him and didn't have the energy anyway.