Dayness and further somethings.

Managed to throw my hip out walking to the train station; there are two ways I throw my hip out, and one gets better with walking it back right. This one was the other one.

I would like to say that they moved the entire damn train. As in, I got out of North Station, wandered to where the staircase is for getting to the T, and not only was there no staircase, there was no elevated rail. (Keep in mind that I'm one of those people who's traumatised by furniture not being where I left it, like a house cat with emotional problems.) Eventually I found the T, and it's nice and shiny and new and much more convenient with the Orange Line and quite spiffy, but I'm not used to seeing the sky in front of North Station.

Got to Kendall at about 4:15 and called teinedreugan from the Coop to express to him the state of the leg. And, y'know, it's such a horrifying fate to be left in a bookstore for forty-five minutes while waiting for him. (They had the Books of Magic. I informed him of that too, in case he might have, y'know, reason to care . . . ahem.) I found a book that grabbed me, and sufficient cash to actually buy it, so I did, and I read that until he appeared, and then we went to grab the T.

They were running twice as many trains inbound as they were outbound, as far as I could tell. The first two trains that came through going outbound were pretty much literally so full of people we couldn't fit on them. (So if you were wondering why we were late, memerath. . .)

Anyway, that was all for purposes of hooking up with memerath for dinner. Who I haven't seen in something like a decade. So we caught up on things, swapped Post-IB Nervous Breakdown stories, discussed reality, and then each staggered off in our separate directions. It's good to be back in touch with people, even if only somewhat erratically.

Exchanged email briefly with my mother. Who is having a lumpectomy sometime in the next month to month and a half. Erft.

Fed snakie.

458 words. Finished chapter 8. Traumatised my main character. Bewildered my narrator (again).

(They moved the train.)

I am so easily amused.

nielsenhayden linked to scholar.google.com. My immediate response was, of course, to plug in my father's name. . .

*stomps around the internet looking for buildable hand loom designs* All you people talking about yarn are bad for me.