plans
I hate telling people what my plans are, because if I don't tell anyone that I originally planned to do X, then that way, when I fail to do X, at least I haven't disappointed anyone but myself.
But in the interest of not treating Paul abominably/having Eyal and Caitlin swear to duel me for his honor:
I'm leaving tonight, sometime in the small hours of the morning. If I fall asleep, then I'm leaving as soon as I wake up.
My apologies for being out of contact. I should have kept better in touch, there's no excuse, and I'm sorry.
Getting my wisdom teeth out sucked and then I got an eye infection (though I did visit Stratford in between that, and bought a china tea set, because it was $15 on clearance and gorgeous) and also I think I was fighting something this past week, but I'm doing okay now, if feeling very torn between worlds. It is *so good* to actually get to spend time with Tamar for the first time in forever, but I'm pining for my cat, and (dammit, I'm man enough to admit it) all of you as well.
Also I will admit to being a little scared of the reception I'm going to get. It's okay, though, I know I deserve it and y'all totally have the right to be mad at me for however long you want.
ETA: SLEEPING. Definitely gonna go with the sleeping. I do have a semi-okay excuse for that, seeing as I woke up at one a.m. last night and, despite my best efforts, was unable to get back to sleep after that. So I figured maybe I'd be okay to drive? But seeing as I just narrowly missed falling asleep in front of Paul's Eema and Aba and brother and Foxes, who showed up randomly after dinner (Mark has been apparently working out, dude), I am not going to try and drive five hours. It was difficult enough convincing my brain at around 7 p.m. that no, it was not Lord Vetinari and as such did not have the power to command the world to go away and let it sleep. Not that Vetinari would, though. The man probably feels well-rested after three to five hours a night, the lousy scheming totally magnificent bastard.
Goodbye.
But in the interest of not treating Paul abominably/having Eyal and Caitlin swear to duel me for his honor:
I'm leaving tonight, sometime in the small hours of the morning. If I fall asleep, then I'm leaving as soon as I wake up.
My apologies for being out of contact. I should have kept better in touch, there's no excuse, and I'm sorry.
Getting my wisdom teeth out sucked and then I got an eye infection (though I did visit Stratford in between that, and bought a china tea set, because it was $15 on clearance and gorgeous) and also I think I was fighting something this past week, but I'm doing okay now, if feeling very torn between worlds. It is *so good* to actually get to spend time with Tamar for the first time in forever, but I'm pining for my cat, and (dammit, I'm man enough to admit it) all of you as well.
Also I will admit to being a little scared of the reception I'm going to get. It's okay, though, I know I deserve it and y'all totally have the right to be mad at me for however long you want.
ETA: SLEEPING. Definitely gonna go with the sleeping. I do have a semi-okay excuse for that, seeing as I woke up at one a.m. last night and, despite my best efforts, was unable to get back to sleep after that. So I figured maybe I'd be okay to drive? But seeing as I just narrowly missed falling asleep in front of Paul's Eema and Aba and brother and Foxes, who showed up randomly after dinner (Mark has been apparently working out, dude), I am not going to try and drive five hours. It was difficult enough convincing my brain at around 7 p.m. that no, it was not Lord Vetinari and as such did not have the power to command the world to go away and let it sleep. Not that Vetinari would, though. The man probably feels well-rested after three to five hours a night, the lousy scheming totally magnificent bastard.
Goodbye.