Azure Jane Lunatic (Azz) 🌺 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
azurelunatic) wrote2003-07-23 08:24 am
azurelunatic) wrote2003-07-23 08:24 am
Written but Unsent:
Dear Blondie,
It's yet another chilly morning in the lab, with errors and bugs and so forth flying around, and I miss you, yet again. DeVry feels like you should always be here with me, or I should always be here with you. I never learned this school without you. I didn't learn myself without you, I suppose the problem is, and I feel like you should always be accompanying me as I walk through my mind...
...On the bright side, beloved, my web page is creating errors as it's supposed to be. I feel happy, secure, and validated as a programmer, even though Homework1/index.html does not exist when Homework1/headererror.asp erroneously redirects to it.
The demon-child is doing just fine. He starts school in a few weeks. I'll have to start waking him up when I get up in the mornings, so he'll be used to that. Then I can just go ahead and figure him into my mornings, and walk him to school and then walk to mine... ahh, the joys of having a first-grader. Scared yet? I am.
I'm terrified about the prospect of having a kid, even though I never gave birth to him, and he isn't biologically mine. I know you'll let me know that I'm doing all right with him, and certainly better than his grandmother, and that I'm not alone in this. But still...
I miss you. It's the constant knowledge that we're best friends and therefore belong together, let alone anything more that might or might not ever happen... might not, based on your current outlook... but regardless of if we're ever anything more than best friends, we're still best friends and therefore belong together.
I'm babbling.
I miss you.
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Yours,
Joanie
It's yet another chilly morning in the lab, with errors and bugs and so forth flying around, and I miss you, yet again. DeVry feels like you should always be here with me, or I should always be here with you. I never learned this school without you. I didn't learn myself without you, I suppose the problem is, and I feel like you should always be accompanying me as I walk through my mind...
...On the bright side, beloved, my web page is creating errors as it's supposed to be. I feel happy, secure, and validated as a programmer, even though Homework1/index.html does not exist when Homework1/headererror.asp erroneously redirects to it.
The demon-child is doing just fine. He starts school in a few weeks. I'll have to start waking him up when I get up in the mornings, so he'll be used to that. Then I can just go ahead and figure him into my mornings, and walk him to school and then walk to mine... ahh, the joys of having a first-grader. Scared yet? I am.
I'm terrified about the prospect of having a kid, even though I never gave birth to him, and he isn't biologically mine. I know you'll let me know that I'm doing all right with him, and certainly better than his grandmother, and that I'm not alone in this. But still...
I miss you. It's the constant knowledge that we're best friends and therefore belong together, let alone anything more that might or might not ever happen... might not, based on your current outlook... but regardless of if we're ever anything more than best friends, we're still best friends and therefore belong together.
I'm babbling.
I miss you.
Buffer error.
Yours,
Joanie
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I got to talk with him yesterday, and I'll likely get to today.
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Now I'm getting engaged to her.
You couldn't've convinced me of this six months ago, but things work out... they really do.
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...and, on the whole, it's a lot better than the angst-moments. I know he cares about me a lot, which is why I miss him so much.