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Monday, May. 17, 2004 - 7:30 a.m.

My UTI seems to be clearing up. If it's not all better by tomorrow, I will go get some Real Drugs from Kaiser. I don't have a fever and I don't have pain in my kidneys, and I have been taking my cranberry stuff, and it seems to be getting better.

Meanwhile, while I was stuck at home -- literally pissing and moaning -- John went over yesterday and finished the pre-convention preparations all by himself. His back hurts and he's going to the chiropractor tonight, which always makes him feel a lot better. Thanks for handling so much of this by yourself, John.

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Sunday morning at the godless hour of ten a.m., I called Br1@n Cl@yt0n and asked if he wanted to go with me to the Keane concert. He accepted my invitation, but I could tell by the sound of his voice that I had awakened him with the call. He was making the best effort to sound coherent, but there's just an underlying vulnerability in anybody's voice when they first wake up that is unmistakable and at least to me, it's terribly appealing. Then again, I have a thing for voices lately. I'll bet you a nickel he won't even remember I called. Just to be safe, I'll check again in a week or so to make sure we're still on. :)

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In Massachusetts, same-sex marriage licenses began being issued shortly after midnight today.

You know what? I hope I live long enough to be able to see people wonder what all the fuss was about.

Congratulations to all of the new couples, and thanks for paving the way. The ruling on the validity of the same sex weddings performed here in San Francisco is pending, so we'll be paying attention to what is happening in Massachusetts.

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Welcome home, Toddy. Hope you had fun!

I'm looking forward to coming to Colorado and working on the music. I've been working hard on some new stuff and putting some polish on some old stuff. I guess we'll see what happens.

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And finally, another Time Travel Reality Show begins tonight on PBS: Colonial House. I was a big fan of 1900 House, so this ought to be at least as interesting.

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Almost forgot -- the Google hit of the day for my Diary yesterday was the phrase 'I popped a blister on my penis'. Which is weird, because other than right now, that phrase has never appeared here in this Diary. Maybe they got here because of Blister Watch 2003. Hmmm.

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