I have to make an apology: I in no way meant that my roommates were "petty," but only the situation in which I wrote on Monday. The Saturday night was filled with hurt feelings, envy, ill communication, inconsiderate and ungracious behavior. But these things happen. We're human.

I'm soooooooooooo fucking tired today. I can't even describe to you how tired I am. I was reading an article this morning on the rumors regarding MTV's "The Real World," being taped in Philadelphia (my home town) in April. I started to cry. That is how tired I am. Anything that remotely touches me personally and gives the slightest twinge to my heart causes my eyes to well up with tears. I've been having way too hard of a time trying to fall asleep at night. I have not a clue as to why, but it might be psychological. I've been getting bitten by spiders at night, so I'm consistently itchy while trying not to think of what may have crawled into my sheets with me. When the idea of taking a sleeping pill dawns on me, I don't want to take it in fear of sleeping through my alarm clock (which happens with or without pills).

So we solved "The Great Gay Neighbor Mystery" last night. Our new neighors, who have already given their 30-day move-out notice, have been presenting a curiosity within our household. They are two males, one of them gay. We knew that one of them has had girlfriends and has sex with girls, but he also embodied several clues that caused us to question his sexuality. First, he works in a bar that used to be a gay bar and is now still in a fairly gay part of the Tenderloin on Polk Street. Second, he lives with a gay roommate. Three, I saw him come home drunk one night and cuddle with a guy friend under the same blanket. Four, he works out and cares a good deal about how he looks. So finally I decided to put the mystery to an end. I told him that there were several of us who were wondering if he swung both ways. He, understandably, immediately questioned our inquisitiveness. We listed our "evidence" and he didn't argue, but did take offense with the mention of the "metrosexual" male. He took offense that the "metrosexual" is an exception to most heterosexual males; that it implies that most men are slobs. Well, at least he's comfortable with his sexuality and wasn't more upset with our questioning.

My office has been invited to a sushi and sake thing after work. I'm only going for networking and free drinks/food. I hope that they have other things besides sushi and sake, because I despise both. Afterwards, some coworkers and I are going to Qool at 111 Minna Gallery for their weekly happy hour. I hope to dance so hard that I'm exhausted and am able to sleep like a baby this evening. Wish me luck!

Have a super kick-ass day!  ¶ 11:34 AM