Another late one

Dear Diary,

It’s 7:12pm as I type this.  I’m still at work.  It’s a break every four hours and I’m taking my third break today.  Tonight I should have been at the FPCC concert, but something came up at work.  People are moving into the cubicles around me sooner than we thought, so now I have to move the stuff before tomorrow at noon.  Ugh!  And tonight Derek told me he’s supposed to show me something new tomorrow.  I don’t know if I’ll like it or not.

Today I thought about this guy from Liberation.  He’s visited twice and I think I like him, though I think it’s too soon to tell.  I gave him my email address yesterday and he said he’d email me but nothing yet.  *Sigh*  I wonder what time I’ll work ’till tonight.

Neither place I inquired about party rental space replied yet, so I’ll probably email them again soon.  My mother’s helping with a local election tonight and tomorrow so she’s out tonight.  I helped her yesterday move pieces of wood to the back of our property.  We have a working fireplace and use it in the winter.  Spring-Fall we get to scrounge around for discarded/free firewood around town.  I hate moving wood, it’s heavy and overbearing at times.

Today I had the strangest thought.  If I were still living with my birth mother, would she still love me even though I’m bisexual?  I don’t know if she would, such as I was born in such a Catholic Hispanic country.  Makes me wonder.  I long so much for unconditional love in this world.  I’m always on the lookout for that special someone who can do that for me.  He’ll love me no matter what I look like or how I snore or how I look in the morning.  I’m such a romantic.