azurelunatic | Day yesterday:

Woke up. Realized that I'd already done most of the post-party cleanup the night before, and that there wasn't much to clean up from.

Puttered around the house, had stew for breakfast, called Dawn, talked about stuff including my near-inability to tell Darkside's IP from 127.0.0.1 based on signature.

Went and gave plasma. Read Robin McKinley's Beauty, which I'd either read while zonked, previously, or never read.

Got picked up by

votania; together sought refueling and evening meal. The sub place was closed/drivethrough only; Sushi Q is an actual place to eat, and not a place from which takeout is appropriate. Jack-inna-crack! (Onna stick!)

Discussed Darkside with V&M. It looks so very different from the outside looking in. I'd forgotten how very asocial/antisocial he is by nature and training, because he's so often warm and open with me. I can read him because we've known each other for three years, almost. I'm still learning what the translations are, what I'm getting wrong, what I'm getting exactly correct.

I tend to think that I can't understand him particularly well, but then I find myself in the position of translator from his perspective into someone else's, and I realize that I'm just very accustomed to him, in the same way that adults not of the family can't understand what the toddler is saying. He's far more articulate and intelligable than a toddler, but he hasn't honed his communication skills to the fine levels that I have.

After that: Ghost in the Shell. Little Fayoumis was falling asleep, but manfully stayed mostly awake for the whole thing.

Then, I whacked at the network, and got it mostly working.