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Boss is gone today, leaving me the run of the office and other sundry places. I could be doing work, but I really don't feel like it, so I'll probably pull my usual -- work fifteen minutes, do other various things for forty-five, lather, rinse, repeat.
The boys left this morning, about twenty minutes ago, from what mum said when she emailed, leaving us with seven new windows, a new sliding door, and a shitload of leftovers and assorted alcoholic beverages. It'll be nice to have some quiet, as well as the chance to relax (because being around my father's family requires a person to have their best intellectual-cum-sarcastic reflexes up to gear all the time) but this is the first time I've seen Nick since my midnight escape to St. Louis last summer? two summers ago? or, barring that, my birthday in 2003, wherein I was on a sugar-high for days. I really do miss him already, and love him to pieces, and it's odd to think that if things had been different, I might be going back to St. Louis with him, and then farther on down to South America. That entire year, when I met him, when I met Bry, when I made so many mistakes and good decisions and subjected myself to so much heartache, it seems like so long ago, like I should be older than I am because everything feels so distant.
Then again, it only feels distant when I'm away, so maybe there's a good aspect to being in the corn.
The boys left this morning, about twenty minutes ago, from what mum said when she emailed, leaving us with seven new windows, a new sliding door, and a shitload of leftovers and assorted alcoholic beverages. It'll be nice to have some quiet, as well as the chance to relax (because being around my father's family requires a person to have their best intellectual-cum-sarcastic reflexes up to gear all the time) but this is the first time I've seen Nick since my midnight escape to St. Louis last summer? two summers ago? or, barring that, my birthday in 2003, wherein I was on a sugar-high for days. I really do miss him already, and love him to pieces, and it's odd to think that if things had been different, I might be going back to St. Louis with him, and then farther on down to South America. That entire year, when I met him, when I met Bry, when I made so many mistakes and good decisions and subjected myself to so much heartache, it seems like so long ago, like I should be older than I am because everything feels so distant.
Then again, it only feels distant when I'm away, so maybe there's a good aspect to being in the corn.