So, how about that new Airport stop on the blue line of the T? Some kinda fancy stuff. (Which is an oblique way of saying, "Saw
brooksmoses off to the airport this afternoon." See how clever I am at these emotionally iffy subjects.)
We are . . . doing better. (Though this isn't awfully difficult.) I'm sort of afraid of what'll happen when the short-distance effects fade and stuff, but . . . okay. I don't know whether I want to say anything about any of this, and even if I did know, I don't know what to say. I'm waiting for him to call me to let me know he got back to Cali all right.
We went into the city on, uh. Saturday? Was it Saturday? and went to Mary's for dim sum. Then we walked from Central to Harvard (stopped in bookstore on the way. It had air conditioning, honest, no other ulterior motive) and went poking about, and the hippie store was open, so I bought a loose skirt and a wrap. Much better now. Unfortunately, the hippie store may not be there past February; apparently the funkiness in the area has dropped below sustainable levels. Hooked up with
larksdream, blundered about a lot, came back home and made pizza. Hung out, talked, walked down to the seawall so
larksdream could envy my within-walking-distance beachness. Wound up telling random myths (frequently punctuated with, "Djehwty! Fiiiiix iiiiit . . .!") and singing to the Bay.
Got talking and snuggle-time. I think I want to say that I'm not okay, the parameters of my lack of okayness are known things and currently known to be insoluble. I'm managing.
teinedreugan got home yesterday, and I got to sit between them and snuggle and watch him play computer games, which is nice and bonding. :} After going to the airport, I went into town to bring him the car keys (wound up hanging out in the Coop, always dangerous, but the new book looks interesting).
I'm probably going to see about picking up a day pass to the Worldcon on Thursday to see how insane it is, to find
elisem and buy shiny things from her, and to go to
marykaykare's party. Probably driving to Maryland on Friday for purposes of nephooage and seeing Dad.
"Blank" is good. "Blank" about sums it up.
Okay, gonna gamemaster now and try to distract myself.
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We are . . . doing better. (Though this isn't awfully difficult.) I'm sort of afraid of what'll happen when the short-distance effects fade and stuff, but . . . okay. I don't know whether I want to say anything about any of this, and even if I did know, I don't know what to say. I'm waiting for him to call me to let me know he got back to Cali all right.
We went into the city on, uh. Saturday? Was it Saturday? and went to Mary's for dim sum. Then we walked from Central to Harvard (stopped in bookstore on the way. It had air conditioning, honest, no other ulterior motive) and went poking about, and the hippie store was open, so I bought a loose skirt and a wrap. Much better now. Unfortunately, the hippie store may not be there past February; apparently the funkiness in the area has dropped below sustainable levels. Hooked up with
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Got talking and snuggle-time. I think I want to say that I'm not okay, the parameters of my lack of okayness are known things and currently known to be insoluble. I'm managing.
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I'm probably going to see about picking up a day pass to the Worldcon on Thursday to see how insane it is, to find
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"Blank" is good. "Blank" about sums it up.
Okay, gonna gamemaster now and try to distract myself.