I promised to take Randy to see Brokeback Mountain this weekend but he was too tired to get out of bed Saturday and has been napping his ass off. His last t-cell count: 86. Even the idea of a hot gay sex scene, lots of popcorn and the pleasure of my company will not move his ass out of the rack (but he will of course get up and light a cigarette). I am going over there to kick me some Miss Otis ass first thing tomorrow. Beauty sleep my ass. There are movies to be watched and boys to be ogled and smack to talk.