My father came home from work a few minutes ago. I've been heating water for pasta, so we're standing out in the kitchen, talking softly
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I entertain no illusion that death and sleep have anything whatsoever in common. With that said, I don't feel as emo saying that I wish I could just sleep my life away.
So, I have my Nintendo out of storage. Zelda, Final Fantasy. Can barely get the damned thing to work, but single midi-beep is worth the thirty-odd minutes I spend coaxing the cartridge into place
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Families are valuable because there are some things you really can't get anywhere else. We go out into the world, find that something missing, and either make our own families or come scurrying back to the old ones in an attempt to fill the void
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Feels like it's been more than a month and a half.
I'm getting used to the idea of being isolated. I feel much more alone now than I did when I was living in my old apartment. How that's come to be is a matter of much internal speculation.