Pointless thoughts @ 2am....
Have you ever had it when you've hung around with someone, and you've established a little repertoire of things you do? You know, stupid things you'll say on purpose so they can feed you the tag line, little motions or expressions that no one else would catch or understand but the both of you..? Then have you ever had it when suddenly they stop? Your friend is just as crispy as before, and there's nothing else amiss, just, without explanation, they stop taking part in all the particular games you made up together.
I really hate that. It makes me paranoid as hell because it seems like some kinda deathly portent. I suppose I don't like it because it takes away what made the connection between you and them different from them and any other friend. Am I making any sense at all? Ah, sod it. I have a habit of staring at minutia and missing the larger picture. (heh, when I'm not missing the point entirely, minutia and all that is.)
I should go to bed and stop being paranoid and mopey.
On another note the computer's still fucked. Dammit. If you're reading this there's a good chance I owe you an email. Sorry. I'll write them. Somehow.
I really hate that. It makes me paranoid as hell because it seems like some kinda deathly portent. I suppose I don't like it because it takes away what made the connection between you and them different from them and any other friend. Am I making any sense at all? Ah, sod it. I have a habit of staring at minutia and missing the larger picture. (heh, when I'm not missing the point entirely, minutia and all that is.)
I should go to bed and stop being paranoid and mopey.
On another note the computer's still fucked. Dammit. If you're reading this there's a good chance I owe you an email. Sorry. I'll write them. Somehow.