Morning

Re-arranged my bed some, stacking things differently, giving me more room for blankets and crashing on. Different, but not quite right yet.

Got up on time, after going to bed around ten. Still feeling dizzy, disoriented. BWW started yesterday, so there is some pain. Dressing spiffily anyway.

Discovered that interesting thing about obedience last night. Darkside ordered me to sit down, and I said, "yes, sir", and complied, and then had to tell him. He allowed me to hug him.

Discovered how very much I adhere to the concept of loyalty to friends. If you're down for someone, you're down all the way, and if you act as if you are down for someone and allow them to believe that you are, when actually you are not, you are burnt in my book.

Will be collecting STUFF to give to Clover for her garage sale. We've got enough of it, starting with my room.

Need to get display boxen to hold things. Need to call PP to get a pill refill. Need to see Cricket about the phone thing. Need to make a place to park my shoes so I'll be able to find them. Need to clean my closet. Need to sort papers into binders.

Will be happy.

w00t!

*giggles*

I'm happy.

Awww!

Shawn's mom still likes me.

That's good to know.

Hee.

By the way, in case anybody's interested, LJ's selling permanent accounts. 200 of them. There are somewhat fewer than 199 left.

Note to self:

Need to work out more anyway.

But today, Darkside asked if I had been working out, with the inflection that he thought I had, because I was getting better at Mercy.

I haven't been.

Hmm.

Maybe I should, today.

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Writing to my mother. I miss her more and more. I might not be able to speak of everything that happens nowadays with her, because there are some things that she just would not have an easy time understanding, but there are so many things that I can speak of that she will immediately understand, without need for a complex backstory.

In some years, Nephew will feel like that about Mommy, and about me. We may have a difficult time understanding the intricacies of teen politics, but we will understand what he means by "building a house for Shammash", or Spiderman jokes, or talking about all the people we know, or about Grandma's house, or... well...

...Childhood is a strange place to look back on, once you've left, and the people who still speak the same language you spoke there are few and far between. Even those who speak different dialects of the language of childhood will never speak your mother tongue.

Do What Is Right

...Does that count giving the e-mail of someone who won't stop forwarding junk to all the houses of spam (especially adult spam) that we can find?

I think it does.

I think it really does.

Real.

My new area of interest is internet security. Kurt recommends first, a firewall. Hmm. How to re-arrange... ?

Adam, do you have Nephew's computer put together yet?

Hee hee.

Someone (you'll know who you are in a while) is about to be happy with me.

Hee.

Haaaaaaappy Lunatic.

Why is it that the anticipation of the pleasure of another is so intoxicating?

Hee.

Massive, manic giggles. By the time I got home, my support request had gone through. I'm a happy, manic, happy Lunatic.

evealone is blaming me for the massive waves of arousal that have been radiating out from one of his friends. Guilty as charged. I guess it's not easy being "green"?

Morning: Darkside

Sang with Darkside this morning. He can carry a tune, but only in a bucket; that is to say, when he is trying to carry a tune, he can, but it is difficult for him.

Darkside so has my number: he knows how he could severely piss me off. He hasn't, though, for which I'm both profoundly grateful and no little concerned.

This morning I was writing in my notebook huffily, then slammed it shut. Darkside inquired; I told him I was pissed off.

"Not at me, I hope...?"
"No, not at you. I don't think you could piss me off."

Darkside made the "I'm kidding" face and said, "Joan, this is my new girlfriend..." indicating the empty air.

Yeah, he knows me. Too well. I told him it would depend on who she was. If I could be sisterfriends with her, as I was and am with Votania, I'd be fine. If not... then... not.


I am wondering, though, if his perception of my feelings towards him are high on the list of the factors in the way of his having another relationship. Does he believe that if he dated again, I'd stop being friends with him? Does he think it'll hurt me too much?

It's worth asking about, and talking about deeply.

Geek alert!

Called Professor Sandstrom, who teaches the Controls & Securities class (protect your machine/network against crackers) the "Defense Against the Dark Arts" professor in an e-mail to my mother.

Has someone been reading too much Harry Potter?

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Put tincture of Balm of Gilead [edit: must be Populus Candicans] on my red and unhappy old piercing. I feel an immediate settling-down to think about things.

That stuff is powerful. No wonder my father's magic foot cream works so well.