"all will be well and all will be well and manner of things will be well"

For a day that started out kind of agitated, it ended up pretty awesome.

Food's been made, dogs have been walked, chocolate bread has been toasted and consumed, J&J came over and as per usual, it was awesome. I find it ludicrously comforting that they exist, and just yesterday Light and I were talking about how instrumental they were last winter in helping me get to a place where getting over Asshat was an actual possibility. Andandand, we made noises about planning a trip together in February of 2012.

I didn't go to an Arisia meeting today. There's still some stuff that I have to finish off before I can call it done, and I dither a lot about whether or not I want to try to be involved again. On the one hand, there's Purple and everything she is to me now, there's Bespoke telling me I did a good job and getting butterflies when he did, on the other hand there's the feeling of exclusion, of watching these people perform an elaborate dance of injokes that I'm just not a part of, and for some reason it shakes me.

Funnyface has decided it is time for me to be done with the typing part of the evening and who am I to argue with her?

"all will be well and all will be well and manner of things will be well"

For a day that started out kind of agitated, it ended up pretty awesome.

Food's been made, dogs have been walked, chocolate bread has been toasted and consumed, J&J came over and as per usual, it was awesome. I find it ludicrously comforting that they exist, and just yesterday Light and I were talking about how instrumental they were last winter in helping me get to a place where getting over Asshat was an actual possibility. Andandand, we made noises about planning a trip together in February of 2012.

I didn't go to an Arisia meeting today. There's still some stuff that I have to finish off before I can call it done, and I dither a lot about whether or not I want to try to be involved again. On the one hand, there's Purple and everything she is to me now, there's Bespoke telling me I did a good job and getting butterflies when he did, on the other hand there's the feeling of exclusion, of watching these people perform an elaborate dance of injokes that I'm just not a part of, and for some reason it shakes me.

Funnyface has decided it is time for me to be done with the typing part of the evening and who am I to argue with her?