azurelunatic

Called Darkside. He was, this time, waiting for an important phone call. This has become something of a refrain. I said a few things briefly and prepared to sign off. He halted this, and elaborated that they said they'd call back in fifteen minutes. It had been an hour. He could afford to spend a little time on the phone with me.

We chatted for thirteen minutes about this, that, and the other. It was nice. I don't think he's had someone to decompress to in a while. Up early Saturday morning, I will be. Continued the joke about him pouring soda down my shirt, this time with telekinesis, or his lack of telekinesis skills, as he never managed it. He could stand to answer my e-mails once in a while...

I'm glad he likes at least a few things that I can stand to watch. I have a sneaking fondness for Home Improvement. Cussing as part of comedy is not his bag; I can understand this. Shared with him the concept of that guy, and Counterstrike, and the resulting little song. That amused him. Will probably play it for him sometime when he comes over.

It was nice hearing his voice, and hearing that he wants to talk to me when I call.

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