broken [up]

Adam and I agreed that if things between us, which have been a little strained and a little cool, didn't improve, we'd break up (now when the getting's good, rather than later, when it might not be so good).

Didn't improve.

Very civil, no tears on either side, just a "Well, you know what was supposed to happen today." Only I didn't remember at that hour of the morning, so we had to play a silly guessing-game.

He took the guest bed last night/this morning, mainly because he came in from a LAN party at after one in the morning (on a school night!) and was loud, so I tossed his pillow and his blanket out in the living room and shut the door firmly behind them. (Didn't lock it, though.)

I crawled in bed with him this morning, and we snuggled for a while.

I don't want this to end up like BJ, where we tried to hold it together after the passion was gone, after we had nothing holding us together anymore. Adam and I might as well stay friends, rather than trying to give the dead fish CPR and mouth-to-mouth.

...at least we can still hug as friends. It feels cold and awkward and strange inside me now.

Darkside knew what was up the moment I walked in. He tried cheering me up with an anime RPG, the amusing bits from it. *sigh* Didn't entirely work, though it did make me smile.

Dancing

Darkside says he doesn't know how to dance.

This, with his fingers enlaced with mine, face to face the regulation distance apart, in the middle of the DeVry courtyard, moving smoothly and gracefully with me, both of us wearing our characteristic smirks of enjoyment/enthusiasm.


"Shall we dance?" I said, as we sparred so -- all my exchanges with Darkside seem to wind up as some form of wrestling, as the only way for me to get any hits on someone smaller and quicker is to pin him in one place. It's not quite unfair, as he and I are almost of equal strength, he being slightly the stronger.

"I don't know how to dance," he said.


Perhaps he should learn some time. Dawn and I both think he'd be a natural; he and I already dance so well together.

Is that a soldering iron in your pocket? If so, I'm happy to see you...

Tigereye's power cable broke down today, the bit of cord right after the strain relief rubber bits near the plug that goes into her from the transformer.

It had been breaking for months, for nearly a year, over a year (thank you BJ!) but my attempt to replace it from Dell's website and on the phone was unsuccessful.

Today it just gave up. Last night, I suspect, because I encountered no less than twenty low battery warnings in starting up, in clumps of two to three at a time, this afternoon. When I reached to adjust the cord, I got a small but noticable (five minutes of hand-shaking) shock to my left hand. (I reached one-handed; I'm not stupid.)

I took her to school and enlisted the aid of my favorite geek, Adam, who looked up a soldering iron and glopped gloops of silver-solder onto the frayed ends of the wire, being mindful not to melt the plastic of the other wire and thus cause a short. We had some time in getting it to stick, but eventually the geeks prevailed and Tigereye works once more.

Getting her online, on the other hand, is going to be a bit of a bit-ness. She's showing up a "cannot be found" error getting online, while ENKI here is online happily. Guess I wait for Adam to get home.

Broken.

It's not so bad. We're still good friends, and we may or may not continue the relationship someday.

Meanwhile, he still is moving in.

teenagewitch went home with her mom today. Will miss her, but will not, most emphatically not, miss the weird looks from Management. (They're not as totally anal as the managers of Neighbor's complex, but I swear they thought I was doing some sort of teen prostitution thing or something, because Sabrina does so not look her age, even though she's legal to do most things but drink.) Hope things with her mother go well.

Will also be nice to have some space, and peace and quiet. There's a reason they only like four people living in these apartments. Bit of a pinch. Much less general toe-stepping and so forth.