The Odd Couple

So my author D is staying with me for a month. Times are hard on the boulevard and as his roommate chose the lap luxury that is his girlfriend's crib over their shoebox, D put the Kenji signal in the air and I came to the rescue. It's been about a year since my last houseguest. But as it's my boy it's a little easier to adjust to. I've been making a lot of jokes about getting home and seeing him on the couch with a doo- rag on watching 106th and Park or Flavor of Love.

"All these book in my house, and you're posted up looking like Sylvester's brother-in-law in Trapped in the Closet (I had to reference that as I finally watched the entire thing last Friday on IFC of all places)

But as we generally watch the same shows and share similar interests the company is a welcome departure. I made a seven-dollar dinner of curried chicken legs and beans and rice as we celebrated the Democrats putting a hole in Hillary's head. Then I caught him up on LOST while I continue to immerse myself in the Monday and Tuesday session of In Treatment. For once Blair Underwood has actually chosen to get involved in something worth his abilities.

Now I've got teacher conferences, then I gotta get me a new phone, then I've got class. Then I've got a client project to get back into. Another day, another dollar.
Out.