It's been a brutal week, readers. Last night I left the office at 6:15 so that I could ride into DC with b&c to see the Washington National Opera do The Pearl Fishers at the Kennedy Center. And it was well performed, but I think there are good reasons why it's also very rarely performed. The opera just isn't all that dramatically compelling. Odd when you consider that Bizet also wrote Carmen. Anyway, the opera only ran about 2:20, and b&c was able to drop me off at the office before 10:30, so I got to do another ninety minutes of work before the server went down for the evening.
Anyway, I'm tired and overworked, but it should all be more or less over by the end of this weekend. For now, I barely have the strength to be grateful that Korto wasn't sent home on Project Runway tonight. I was sorry to see Jarrell go, but I don't really pant over him the way b&c does. That would be beneath me.
It is not, however, beneath me to fantasize about having Nathan, from Top Design, beneath me. Preferably with Preston, who would serve as the bottom crust in a Nathan sandwich. I might even let Wisit provide the accompaniment. But not Eddie. He'd have to kneel in a corner so that when Preston or Nathan (or Wisit) needs to take a piss, I could point to Eddie and say, "Just use that."