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his eyelashes on his cheeks while he's asleep, the first birdsong in a long time making Princess so excited as to fall off the windowsill and being able to tell her that next spring, if she doesn't have wider windowsills, i'll buy her the stupid carpet perch things. the insanely cute noises he makes in his sleep when i snuggle closer.

the popcorn lady was open yesterday, which pleased me to no end (and considerably past light's ability to comprehend. i met one of cherished's friends in line for the concert and have decided, based on the principle it's far, far too small a world, that i'm not leaving my apartment again.

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his eyelashes on his cheeks while he's asleep, the first birdsong in a long time making Princess so excited as to fall off the windowsill and being able to tell her that next spring, if she doesn't have wider windowsills, i'll buy her the stupid carpet perch things. the insanely cute noises he makes in his sleep when i snuggle closer.

the popcorn lady was open yesterday, which pleased me to no end (and considerably past light's ability to comprehend. i met one of cherished's friends in line for the concert and have decided, based on the principle it's far, far too small a world, that i'm not leaving my apartment again.

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i make a noise something past what should come from human vocal chords, certainly and obviously past what my cats expect from me, highpitched and sounding like nothing so much as wailing. i'm trying something different, not trying to make sense of it, so much as let it flow through me. it will happen, will i yes or will i no, i think past precedent tries to show me that much at least.

but junkyard starts to tell me a silly story, and offers me condolences. (he might be the first person to ever say that s/he is sad for me in these moments, to tell me i'm allowed to be messy) and wary and i eat a boxed dinner, and my cats fight for chair dominance, and the laundry and the grocery store are semiconquered.

it's a full week, and i don't know if i've got it in me to pull it off. but i guess i have to try.

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i make a noise something past what should come from human vocal chords, certainly and obviously past what my cats expect from me, highpitched and sounding like nothing so much as wailing. i'm trying something different, not trying to make sense of it, so much as let it flow through me. it will happen, will i yes or will i no, i think past precedent tries to show me that much at least.

but junkyard starts to tell me a silly story, and offers me condolences. (he might be the first person to ever say that s/he is sad for me in these moments, to tell me i'm allowed to be messy) and wary and i eat a boxed dinner, and my cats fight for chair dominance, and the laundry and the grocery store are semiconquered.

it's a full week, and i don't know if i've got it in me to pull it off. but i guess i have to try.