Just another day...
Dec. 1st, 2002 12:42 amTried calling Darkside tonight. No answer, of course. Dispirited, I put down the phone ... only to have it almost immediately ring!
Darkside called back.
I am always delighted to hear from him.
He may have an internship now. Unpaid. Which means he'll be keeping his job, as well as being an intern, and still hunting for a paying job in his field. This will mean little to no spare time.
I let him know that
marxdarx would delight in an opponent for gaming. The smile in his voice told me he was considering it.
We all miss him.
He's so very warm when he speaks to me.
He doesn't have his schedule yet for the week of the movie. I'll have to ask him again later.
I learned that he hadn't remembered one of his raunchier quips to me. I repeated it back to him, and he was surprised that he could have ever said, "Speak now or forever hold your peace... or in your case, battery-operated toy" to me. It didn't sound like him, he said, not unless he'd been in a very odd mood.
Evidently there are a lot of things that he says when conversing with me that he doesn't remember.
I miss him. I told him so. As is usual, I wished him sweet dreams. "...If dreams there be."
Perhaps fortunately for me, his memory of that song is not what it might be.
Darkside called back.
I am always delighted to hear from him.
He may have an internship now. Unpaid. Which means he'll be keeping his job, as well as being an intern, and still hunting for a paying job in his field. This will mean little to no spare time.
I let him know that
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We all miss him.
He's so very warm when he speaks to me.
He doesn't have his schedule yet for the week of the movie. I'll have to ask him again later.
I learned that he hadn't remembered one of his raunchier quips to me. I repeated it back to him, and he was surprised that he could have ever said, "Speak now or forever hold your peace... or in your case, battery-operated toy" to me. It didn't sound like him, he said, not unless he'd been in a very odd mood.
Evidently there are a lot of things that he says when conversing with me that he doesn't remember.
I miss him. I told him so. As is usual, I wished him sweet dreams. "...If dreams there be."
Perhaps fortunately for me, his memory of that song is not what it might be.