Rome in 4 days. Consider this my excitement.

Not too much to say. I'm in a good mood.

Kinnetik acquired a multi million dollar account, and my commission alone is a seven digit number.

I haven't told Justin yet, but the art director's commission will be fairly sizable as well. It's his first major account. Not bad. I'm also going to give each member of my team a bonus. I'm not sure how much yet, but a generous one.

The account is hard to explain. It's for MTV. But for just a certain branch of the network. I'm not going to go into it.

Enough about work. I just thought that was noteworthy.

I'm going to use part of that money to decorate and fully furnish this god damn house. I also have another idea, but Justin may have a bitch fit. Or he may like it. The little shit is so indecisive, it's hard to tell.

I think that's it. Now I'm going to go to work and bestow bonus checks on my employees before cracking the whip again.

A lot has happened, none of which I much want to discuss.

I was in Chicago on business all weekend, and while I was gone, Justin decided to pack up our shit and move it to the house. So.. we live there now, I suppose.

Expect change of address cards in the mail or some shit.

Justin was in a minor car accident on Tuesday. He was driving Kinnetik's company car when it happened. He's fine, but sore enough that he can't do.. certain activities.

So, I'm a little on edge. He's asleep. And I've been left to my own devices.

I can unpack shit, I guess. Work, I don't know.

Later.

Hmm. Well.

Justin is back, but you all know this. Useless drama ensued, as I'm sure you can all guess.

..I don't know why I have this fucking thing.

Babylon is almost ready. I better see each of you on Friday. With metaphorical bells on.

Justin is going to join the art department at Kinnetik. I'm looking forward to it. And I know you all will come up with dozens of reasons why that is a bad idea, and to you all I say fuck off.

He's fucking talented, and talent is something my art department is lacking. And Justin, I'm looking forward to.. teaching you many new things. Don't laugh. I dare you.

Speaking of work, I need to wake up and be brilliant in two hours. So I'm getting off of this fucking website.

Updates pending.

Fuck.

I heard word back from Michael. Construction at Babylon is not going as planned. They gave him a new completion date, October 20th. The re-opening is planned for the 21st. So, that isn't going to fucking work.

They gave me a guarantee, in writing, for the 13th. I called the foreman, and I think I got it all straightened out. They won't fucking like it if I get back and it's not damn near finished. I'll be back in the Pitts on the 11th now. My trip was extended another day, couldn't be helped.

Justin is at his interview. I fucking hope he gets back soon. I want to know how it went, and I need to relieve some stress.

It's good to fall asleep with Justin again.

But then I wake up, and start thinking, and then I take advantage of the complimentary DSL in my suite. It was another eventful day in the city. While Justin was at work (fucking McDonalds, I can't believe it), I did some shopping. Hit Gucci, Armani, Prada. I bought lots of clothes for myself and Justin. And of course Justin bitched like a little girl until he saw them, and then loved them. I expect many high quality blowjobs in thanks. I bought Daphne her shoes. I had never bought women's shoes before. I didn't know whether to get heels or flats, so I got both. And a handbag.

I think I must have stepped through some sort of portal that makes me actually... express emotion. (Mikey, I may need your vast knowledge of Science Fiction to help me. Kidding. Loser.) Things with Justin will be good, I think. I was unsure those two months we didn't talk, but it's relieving to know that we'll be just fine.

Tommorow, more shopping. Justin has his interview. He'll be fucking brilliant. Then we have something to take care of, and then we are actually going to leave the bedroom of our suite and see the city.

Enough lesbianic rambling. I'm going back to bed.

New York has been...interesting, thus far.

Justin is asleep, but I'm a little too wound up to sleep right now. It's been one eventful evening.

Anyway, down to business. Due to...circumstances beyond my control, I need to prolong my stay here in the city for longer than expected. I don't think I will be home any sooner than Sunday, October 9th.

So Theodore, Cynthia, I need you to handle my meetings. Don't cancel or reschedule, just make the pitches. There are no large accounts this week, saved for Clearasil on Thursday morning. For that meeting I'll sit in as a conference call while Ted makes the pitch. If either of you need anything, don't hesitate to e-mail me. I'll also be calling in to make sure everything is running smoothly. I'll have time to kill while Justin is at work. I'm sorry for the short notice. I didn't plan on being here so long.

Mikey, I'm afraid we will have to reschedule our plans for Thursday, as I will be here. I'll call you soon. In regard to our earlier conversation, if you find the need to replenish your supply, you know where to find it.

And, Daphne, I bought your shoes. And a matching handbag.

Tomorrow, Justin and I have a task to complete once he gets off work. And then it's time for another night of doing what we do best.

Well, Justin called me tonight. I'm sure you'll be glad to know that after two months of being basically MIA, he is just fine.

We talked for a long time, and I think I'm losing my dick. He kept saying how...sweet I was being sweet? Shit. I didn't even realize it. I think it's because I miss him. And, because, well, I realized a few things.

Anyway. Bottom line. He wanted to come home. He misses me, so I booked a flight up there for tomorrow morning. Well, today. Saturday. I'll get there around 1 PM, and I'll come home sometime Monday evening. Booked two nights at the Ritz-Carlton.

So, that's where I'll be. And my cell phone will most likely be off the entire time. So, if you need to reach me, you can't.

E-mail me if you desperately need something. I'll tell Justin you all say hello.

After he sucks me off in the airport restroom.