Still no word on my job.

A fucking blizzard is bearing down on me.

I have slept a total of  10 hours since Friday morning.

And I’m still depressed.

Lowell calls Mitch to tell him that John and Brody have escaped. Mitch isn’t pleased but says they’ll never find him.

Don’t be so sure, Mitch. At that very moment, Brody, John, and Natalie are listening via a tap they put on the police commisioner’s phone and have just about triangulated your location…but then they lose the signal. But not before they manage to learn that Mitch’s signal was coming from Llantano Mountain.

Nurse Charles enters Stacy’s room…only to find it empty.

Meanwhile, Stacy is in the parking garage with Charlie and Dorian, who’s using the threat of Mitch Laurence to try and get the pregnant gal to get into her car. When Stacy balks, saying that mayors don’t protect ordianry citizens, Dorian flips her shit. “How would you know? Now. Get. In. The. Car.”

Stacy demands to know where they are taking her and Dorian explains she will be going to a safe house and they need to get her there before she goes into active labor,” the mayor says. Suddenly Nurse Charles appears and pulls a gun on Stacy. “My thoughts exactly,” she says.

The week picks up with Tucker entering the GCAC as Adam and The Moustache’s battle heats up…

Adam: What kind of a father are you calling me a sociopath?
The Moustache: You’re worse than that — you’re scum.
Adam: Scum. That’s a nice one, dad.
The Moustache: Don’t you call me dad. I’m ashamed that you’re a Newman.
Adam: No, what you’re ashamed of is the fact that I went out and got another job after I quit yours! That someone would actually hire me — that I’m of worth to someone else!
The Moustache: I don;t care where you go or who you work for.
Adam: Oh yeah? Then why would you go to the trouble of trying to smear me?

The Moustache tells Adam to get out of his way, but Genoa City’s answer to Stevie Wonder grabs and says he wants an answer.

The Moustache (furious): Don’t you ever lay hands on me again! You got that? I’ll crush you like a bug!
Ghastly: Moustache — stop it!

Tucker arrives just as Adam shoves The Moustache.

The Saint: Adam, just walk away.

Too late. The Moustache punches his youngest son and lays the fucker out.

The Moustache: You’re not my son, you got that? I disown you! I don’t care if I ever see your disloyal, abhorrent face again! Got that?

Gigi stops by the hospital to ask Schuyler to clear his schedule on Valentine’s day because she’s made arrangements for them to go back to the cabin.

Schuyler’s euphoria is quick lived — Dr. Baez approaches him and asks if he has any which if her patients would have been prescribed oxytocin with a prescription signed by her. Schuyler suggests perhaps a patient who gave birth after they left for the day.

Kim just happens to drop by Rex and Stacy’s (wink, wink) where Rex is flipping out over Stacy’s water breaking early. Kim sends him to bring his car around to the front of the building, then calls Schuyler to tell him there’s been a change of plans: he’ll be inducing labor early.

In Mitch’s lair, Jessica struggles against the restraints, begging Mitch to release her through the bite guard in her mouth…

Mitch: You will be the mother to the new prophet, jessica — that is your destiny. Embrace it. Let me help you, my angel. Once we have erased your memories, you will be happy…

When Jessica begins to choke, Mitch instructs Nurse Charles to readjust the bit. Jessica uses the moment to plead her case…

Jessica: Mitch, what if this kills me? What if it makes me a vegetable?
Mitch: God won’t let that happen.
Jessica: Are you sure? What if he’s going to punish you? What then?
Mitch: It won’t come to that.

Jessica: Are you willing to bet my life on that? What will happen to your baby then, huh?
Mitch: You care about him…
Jessica: Of course I do! Please, please — I want to raise the baby!

Mitch sends Nurse Charles away.

Mitch: Oh, my sweet girl.You know, most of the converts in this world have come to the righteous path through a big scare. i think that’s what’s happened to you and now you’ve found your path.
Jessica: I have…I just want to be a good mother more than anything.
Mitch: Smile, darling…this is a happy day because you are going to be the perfect mother for this baby.
Jessica: Maybe Stacy could help? What’s going to happen to her after the baby is born?
Mitch: Oh, darling, what do you know about Stacy Marasco?

Jessica: That she’s a piece of work.
Mitch: Exactly. And she’ll go back to the live that suits her, the life she wants. You just think about your child…
Jessica: Bree…do you think I could…? Bree would love a little brother…
Mitch: Bree is fine with Viki. Forget about those people. They’re gone. They don’t matter.

Jessica: Yes they do — they’re the reason I am who I am…the reason I can be a good mother to the Messenger. That’s why I need my memories.
Mitch: No, you only think you do. Your life with me and our baby and our followers will be rich and full. You don’t believe that yet, but you will…

Haven’t heard anything about work. Not sleeping. Haven’t seen or spoken to Tristan since Sunday. Extremely depressed. Don’t feel like blogging.

Normally she shits regular little brown turds but this one was all cream colored — or was it taupe? — which looks a little yellowish is this pic but that’s because of the poor lighting supplied by the overhead light in the walk-in closet, but trust me it was definitely all cream-colored and stuff. I’m particularly puzzled because I haven’t changed her diet or fed her anything different. At any rate, I knew it would be of great interest to my readers so I snapped a pic for your viewing pleasure. No thanks is necessary.

Shit pics.

Just another service I provide.

Saturday night The Fella and I went out on one of our twice annual gay bar outings and once again I was reminded of how grateful I am to be “off the market” so to speak (not that anyone with my looks would ever be on the market). The Fella and I were sitting at the bar having a drink and at one point he got up to use the restroom. As I sat there people watching, I felt a hand on my arm. I turned to see an attractive man of about 60, who reminded me of Victor Garber a.k.a. Jack Bristow of ALIAS.

“I’m going outside for a smoke. Care to join me?” Jack Bristow asked me, nodding his head toward the door.

“I don’t smoke.”

“Then I’ll smoke while you convince me why I should take you home with me…”

Somebody was certainly desperate if he was considering me as the trick of the evening. I took a sip of my iced tea. “Okay, to clarify: I don’t smoke and I’m dating someone. And I don’t smoke.”

Jack Bristow surveyed me as he rolled his lighter in the palm of his left hand. “You keep telling me you don’t smoke. It’d be interesting to see how you’d react to being forced to inhale my smoke, made to breathe it in deeply and hold it in until it became a part of you.”

What a tool. “Smoking is a filthy habit.”

Jack raised an eyebrow and smiled. “I think you’d like it with me. I’d cover your mouth with mine as I exhaled, holding your nose  closed to make sure you were breathing it all in…”

“Again, not one for the smoking. Might wanna make a note of that along with the part where I said I’m dating someone.”

“Or I could press a cigar to your lips and make you inhale while I pinched your nipples hard to make sure you took a deep breath…”

Jesus, what a persistent dick. Obviously he’d been turned down by everyone in the joint if he felt he had to give me the hard sell. “You might want to look into hearing loss as another of the delightful negative side effects of smoking there, pawpaw…”

Jack laughed and poked me in the shoulder. “I bet given time I could get you to the point where you’d be begging for some smoke. It’d be hot having somebody as resistant as you at my mercy, turning you onto smoke and then seeing your grateful face when I finally gave it to you…”

At that point, Tristan walked up, obviously confused by what he was returning to.

“This is my boyfriend I was telling you about,” I smiled. “My non-smoking boyfriend.”

Jack looked Tristan over for a moment, sniffed, then walked out the door without another word.

“What was that about?” Tristan asked.

About a 475 word blog post, I thought to myself as I began explaining.

The role of Tucker McCall is now being played by Patch Johnson…er, Stefan Cassadine…er, Stephen Nichols.

I’d like to take a moment and thank Popeye for his contributions to the show.

Adam drops by Newman Enterprises with a gift for Dana, the intern assigned to him during his time there. Of course he runs into The Moustache and the two have words about his new role at Tucker McCall Unlimited in front of various employees that the camera makes sure we see listening in on the exchange between father and son…because this is obviously all just a plan to get Adam in as a mole in Tucker’s company.

Michael comes home, strips down to his briefs, and pours himself some coffee before heading back out to the Chancellor meeting.

Daisy enters in her jammies and “hides” her eyes (yeah, I wouldn’t be covering mine all that well if Christian LeBlanc where half naked in front of me, either).

Instead of donning his pants and shirt, Michael discreetly covers his nipples instead of his man-wang while his wife explains that Daisy moved in with them the night before while he was doing an all-nighter at the office.

Ghastly, who’s apparently been taking a “Become a Mannequin in 10 Easy Steps” home study course, puts her lessons to good use when Adam tells her that he quit working for Newman Industries and has taken a job with Tucker McCall.

Marty goes to see John in jail and arrives just as John takes Natalie’s hands and tells her that even if she helps him escape he won’t go with her and she should go home.

Lowell drops by Llanfair to tell Viki and Clint that he’s doing everything he can to find Jessica. They make it clear they know he’s in Mitch’s back pocket and that they don’t believe him.

Jessica tells Mitch she’s leaving and stumbles towards the exit…only to have Nurse Charles appear and give her another injection.

Mitch explains that Nurse Charles has only given her enough narcotics to drive home the point she isn’t going anywhere…

Jessica (to Nurse Charles): You’re that bitch that drugged me at Llanfair.
Mitch: Jessica, please — that language is very unbecoming of the Messenger’s daughter and certainly will not be appropriate when our little lamb comes…

Mitch and Nurse Charles walk over to the covered hulk in the room and remove the cover to reveal a baby cradle.

Jessica: Rex told me you tried to kidnap Stacy. That’s for her and Rex’s baby isn’t it?
Mitch: Our very own prince of peace — he’ll lead us all into the future. And you, my child, will have a very special role in his life…

Jessica tells Mitch she won’t let him harm Rex’s baby. “Now why would I want to harm our little shepherd?” Mitch asks. “He’s the chosen one. And you’re going to play a far more important role in his life than aunt — you’re going to be his mother…”

As a tribute to ONE LIFE TO LIVE’s delightfully evil and incredibly sexy cult leader Mitch Laurence who’s about to go down as the worst father in daytime history this week, today’s man candy is the uber-sexy Roscoe Born who plays the crazed preacher. I’ve been mad crushing on this guy from his days as Joe Novak on RYAN’S HOPE to his original stint on OLTL to his dual roles as Robert Barr and Quinn Armitage on SANTA BARBARA to his turn as Terrible Thom Fisher on THE YOUNG AND THE RESTLESS. The man is all kinds of hot and has only gotten sexier with age. Mmmmmmmm, daddy — Dirkie like! I’ll gladly heed the messenger…