Hiatus Be Gone

I am addicted to celebrity biographies and self-help books.
I don't know what this says about me.  I found Mackenzie Phillip's memoir in the discount section and once I started, I couldn't stop.  She has the profound ability to offend and make you feel sorry for her all at the same time.
Two weeks have passed since my last entry I think. 
I think The Professor and I are over or at least we are on hiatus.  At first I was ignoring him and then he ignored me and it's the same maddening game.  He told me I was a masochist.  He told me truth.
Carla got us amazing seats for the Prince concert.  I had the best time.  She always spoils me and I don't think I've laughed or talked that much in a very long time.  I made a promise to spend more weekends with her and I hope to keep that promise.  She is good for my soul.
I often give better advice to others than to myself.  I helped Adam break through his depression by pinpointing where it all goes wrong for him.  I explained that historically he is happy go completely lucky when he lives no more than 12 hours ahead.  The past is just here say, and the future is imaginary.  He gets caught up in both without a true appreciation for the right now. 
Since that conclusion and commitment to the present, he's enjoyed a promotion at work, splendid company and more admirers than he can handle. 
Saturday night we had friends over and went out to the only gay club in town.  I prefer gay clubs to straight ones.  The music is better and there's less hassle.  I can dress up without ever being accused of being over the top and there's always plenty of boys to dance with.  Gay men are flirty and fun and I always feel better than when I left when I came. 
Tonight, I have plans with a project manager at work.  He's a good friend and while I've denied him company for some time, I am excited about seeing him tonight.  I need the attention.  It's time to move on with it.  It's time to go forward. 
I'm tired of being alone.