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Sep. 7th, 2005 11:19 amThanks for the e-hugs, you know who you are.
Had a pretty intense cry, then a long nap (sometimes bed is where you gotta be); it just all got to me, and then I felt so tired and tired of being alone in all the endeavors (which is how it felt) of my life. I don't think you can really remember how hard alone can be when you're in a couple--and nearly everyone I know is (which carries it's own set of pricklies--once I'm down the thoughts about my own freakishness and utter failure as a human being can be deafening).
And yeah, this is all pretty self-centered.
Anyway. Cry and nap, then went with Alexandra to The Dionysium where she bought me dinner and I got lots of real-time hugs (which, really, is what I needed; down to basic chemistry there) from Pam, Chad, Graham, Buzz, and others. Made all the difference in the world. I also wrote a story in the ten-minute story competition (Buzz specifically asked me to), and it won. (not a lot of competition this time). Theme and first line we were given by the audience: a monkey knife fight and "Weeping, I lowered my gun." So I went with jungle temple pulp, naturally.
The Dionysium really is a very cool thing. Debate, lecture, short films, music, singing of dithyrams, dramatic readings (a Mark Twain thing last night), food (I had a Wild at Artichoke Heart pizza and Foxy Brown sugar lemonade)...
On other subjects, impeach Bush. That's all.
Had a pretty intense cry, then a long nap (sometimes bed is where you gotta be); it just all got to me, and then I felt so tired and tired of being alone in all the endeavors (which is how it felt) of my life. I don't think you can really remember how hard alone can be when you're in a couple--and nearly everyone I know is (which carries it's own set of pricklies--once I'm down the thoughts about my own freakishness and utter failure as a human being can be deafening).
And yeah, this is all pretty self-centered.
Anyway. Cry and nap, then went with Alexandra to The Dionysium where she bought me dinner and I got lots of real-time hugs (which, really, is what I needed; down to basic chemistry there) from Pam, Chad, Graham, Buzz, and others. Made all the difference in the world. I also wrote a story in the ten-minute story competition (Buzz specifically asked me to), and it won. (not a lot of competition this time). Theme and first line we were given by the audience: a monkey knife fight and "Weeping, I lowered my gun." So I went with jungle temple pulp, naturally.
The Dionysium really is a very cool thing. Debate, lecture, short films, music, singing of dithyrams, dramatic readings (a Mark Twain thing last night), food (I had a Wild at Artichoke Heart pizza and Foxy Brown sugar lemonade)...
On other subjects, impeach Bush. That's all.