Show me thy chink, to blink through with mine eyne!

I think today is feeling better. Like a tiny crack in the wall in front of us has appeared. A crannied hole or chink, even. That the water is seeping through and wearing away further. In fact in a couple of places at once.

We got some loooong awaited cash this morning, thank fuck. And I am working this week and next, teaching little kiddies how to "do drama". It makes the world go round.

AND...another contender appeared-finally-on the scene of our daddy-drama. A late entry, a dark horse, a held-out for hope. So far we have only played phone-tag, which is average, but it wouldn't be that good of a drama if we spoke straight away, and said, like, hey. hey. let's make some babies. yeah, let's. 'kay, cool. cool. deal.

Also, to up the stakes (dunno who is writing this show but they are good), we have a meeting on Sunday with the other contenders, a couple of great lads who we really really like and pretty much were choosing, and now this dark horse and his boyfriend finally contact us about 6 weeks after we emailed them,, and it's going to be a photo fucking finish i think.

Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield thee well for this!