630 Goldfish Later
Playing catch-up with the updates.
Went home for Christmas. Apparently shortly after I left everything in Seattle was shut down by snow. The day I got back was the first day dgenerator was able to get his car out of the ice.
Got to see all my family, my hometown, and friends I hadn't seen in too long. Found out the evening before I left that cyberpilate and laevus could take visitors. Wish that news had reached me a little faster.
Watched a season of Dexter with me mum, met my brother's boyfriend (who was a little less butch than I expected 'Than would go for), had breakfast with my dad and stepmother, was puzzled at placemats with z0mb1 and phar0, and generally had a very pleasant time.
Flying there and back really didn't bother me. Familiarity and contempt and whatnot.
New Years was kinda meh. It's always seemed like a time where I should take stock of where I am, particularly in relation to goals. As I've never really had those, it's always been a bit of a downer and puzzlement. Though you'd think that any night where you come away with a bean wrapped in foil (for luck, apparently), has to be a good one.
Went out on the town last Friday to bid a temporary farewell to cyberpsycho. Good time was had on Cap Hill, and now that yet another friend is living down in Portland, I'll have to haul my happy ass down there.
Last Thursday I'm going to lunch with a co-worker of mine, and she confides in me that she's extremely depressed, suicidal, and feeling like going back to cutting. Not really sure what to say to that, I do my best to comfort her.
The next morning, it's about 15 minutes past when she should be in, and my concern starts to turn to panic.
I call her, leave a voicemail, and then about 10 minutes later she calls back. I can barely understand her, as she's sobbing. I try to calm her down, fail, and then try to convince her multiple times to go get her boyfriend, who's asleep. I eventually get her to wake him, and put him on the phone. He doesn't know what the hell's up, but he takes care of her for the day.
Never thought I'd end up as a sorta suicide hotline.
I've never been good at knowing what to say to people, but as she's now in therapy, I guess I must have done something right. Hard to be glib when you're terrified.
Ate goat for the first time yesterday, and this is an experience I will not be repeating. It was necessary, however, in the continued checkpoints of confirming I'm a troll. Next stop: living under a bridge.
Picked up destrukto from the airport last night, and had a very pleasant meal with her, Tyler and Chuck. There was a surprisingly strong margarita, and the suggestion that if family medical emergencies were the only reason she came to see us, that once a year there might be "accidents."
Nothing like a little maiming to let your friends know you care.
Went home for Christmas. Apparently shortly after I left everything in Seattle was shut down by snow. The day I got back was the first day dgenerator was able to get his car out of the ice.
Got to see all my family, my hometown, and friends I hadn't seen in too long. Found out the evening before I left that cyberpilate and laevus could take visitors. Wish that news had reached me a little faster.
Watched a season of Dexter with me mum, met my brother's boyfriend (who was a little less butch than I expected 'Than would go for), had breakfast with my dad and stepmother, was puzzled at placemats with z0mb1 and phar0, and generally had a very pleasant time.
Flying there and back really didn't bother me. Familiarity and contempt and whatnot.
New Years was kinda meh. It's always seemed like a time where I should take stock of where I am, particularly in relation to goals. As I've never really had those, it's always been a bit of a downer and puzzlement. Though you'd think that any night where you come away with a bean wrapped in foil (for luck, apparently), has to be a good one.
Went out on the town last Friday to bid a temporary farewell to cyberpsycho. Good time was had on Cap Hill, and now that yet another friend is living down in Portland, I'll have to haul my happy ass down there.
Last Thursday I'm going to lunch with a co-worker of mine, and she confides in me that she's extremely depressed, suicidal, and feeling like going back to cutting. Not really sure what to say to that, I do my best to comfort her.
The next morning, it's about 15 minutes past when she should be in, and my concern starts to turn to panic.
I call her, leave a voicemail, and then about 10 minutes later she calls back. I can barely understand her, as she's sobbing. I try to calm her down, fail, and then try to convince her multiple times to go get her boyfriend, who's asleep. I eventually get her to wake him, and put him on the phone. He doesn't know what the hell's up, but he takes care of her for the day.
Never thought I'd end up as a sorta suicide hotline.
I've never been good at knowing what to say to people, but as she's now in therapy, I guess I must have done something right. Hard to be glib when you're terrified.
Ate goat for the first time yesterday, and this is an experience I will not be repeating. It was necessary, however, in the continued checkpoints of confirming I'm a troll. Next stop: living under a bridge.
Picked up destrukto from the airport last night, and had a very pleasant meal with her, Tyler and Chuck. There was a surprisingly strong margarita, and the suggestion that if family medical emergencies were the only reason she came to see us, that once a year there might be "accidents."
Nothing like a little maiming to let your friends know you care.