Death

By the time I realized that the grumpy voice in the handwriting in my journal, the one who had given up on love and was into just ending it all, right now or within the next few months was in fact the Lone Power, and not entirely an aspect of myself that I wished to cherish now and forever, I'd gotten pretty well fragmented. While on the phones to an ever more weirded out succession of people, Death and I talked to each other in my journal. It was my handwriting that she used. The argument from within is always the most persuasive.

...getting morose. Not a good idea. ...I need serious hugs. Help. I'm afraid. I don't want to die.
...so is there a danger of dying?

Yes. With me, there [always/often] is.
( You are the Lone One, and a Part of Me. I cannot deny your Gift... )

la petit mort

AzureLunatic: Dave?

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Auto response from GodaiYuh: I am currently
away from the computer.

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GodaiYuh: yes dear?

AzureLunatic: Glah. In any case.... weird
conversation, no?

AzureLunatic: ...speaking of the conversation I had
at work today.

AzureLunatic: that I just posted.

GodaiYuh: oh. well let m look :-)

AzureLunatic: I think you'll recognize the other
voice there.

GodaiYuh: ok

AzureLunatic: ...weird.

AzureLunatic: scared the hell out of me.
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Monogamy

If he's going to try and pull monogamy, I'll back him up. Why? Because he's a friend. Consistency is a trait I value in friends.

So if he's determined not to fuck around, he won't be using the loopholes with me.

Loopholes (42 * 1.64285714285714285714285714285714)

Well, this apparently wasn't an attempt at monogamy. This was a challenge, from her, on how long he could go without having sex with me.

He did not choose to accept the spirit of the challenge.

She's leaving for a three month vacation in three weeks.

He perceived that the balance of power had shifted to her side, and consequently, much fun was had, though no "sex" was involved.

Wheeeeee!

Not only did I get some this morning, but I got flirted with! Wheeeeeeeeee!

Ran into Dawn this morning. She was having a not-good weekend. Her stepfather isn't, anymore. I offered to help with the packing up and clearing out, but she and her mom have it under control.

Neighbor mentioned that he was looking through my journal, but he doesn't get mentioned much these days. Mention. Mention. Mention. Cute, pagan, single, reasonably tall with fluffy hair, lots of... did I mention single? And he LARPs. And he's single.

...and this was a paid advertisement, sponsored by Neighbor, who'd better be giving me backrubs sometime. Mmmm. Backrubs. Couldn't find him yet this morning to babble about the latest in the Adam vs. V. vs. me saga. Didn't see much of Darkside either as Dawn really needed somebody to talk to.

V. is going on a three month summer vacation, in approximately three weeks. Or something like that. Wheee! As long as Adam doesn't let things get out of balance...

The hip-bone's connected to the leg bone

Starting Saturday night (Friday night?) my hip's felt weird and hurts drastically when I put my weight on it in certain positions. Not other positions, though. It feels a little like my jaw when it's not quite in the socket right.

In other news, I just took some Benadryl in hopes that if the sneezing fit that hit me when I walked in the house (the goo that's been haunting my nose for the past week or week and a half) is allergic, that this'll take care of it.

One fit of three sneezes in a row: t'Choo! aaaah-Choo! aaaah-Choo! is usually it as far as me sneezing goes. A succession of sneezes beyond that is unusual to the point of incredible surprise. When I get a chain of eight or more sneezes, something's not right with my sinuses.

Grr. Argh.

Coherence

Benadryl can be my friend. Maybe. Ha!

...That is to say, I went to English class, but dizzily, with my walking stick. Most of my comments in class made sense in context.

Maybe I'll try half a pill, or less. This is a bad choice: breathing, or walking straight.

Hee. Last time I was on benadryl, it was for ant bites.
At least this time, I don't need to function much for the rest of the day.

Hot Tub

Very nice indeed to get to soak in the hot tub and de-stress at least a smidgen. Adam joined me, and we shared a wine cooler (in a plastic bottle with ice, as pool rules very sensibly prohibit glass). In the middle of conversation, his new chickfriend called.

She'd tried to call him earlier, here at the house, and Votania took a message. This shocked the hell out of her, given that he'd said "two roommates" but hadn't specified gender. Heh. She'd assumed male...

Last heard, he was trying to convince her that even though he and I shared a bed and I had introduced him to sex, that it was still OK for him to talk to chicks and maybe a little bit more. heh.

Silly males.

...I am amused by his flirtatious endeavors.