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So I thought an episode was starting this evening, and it was, but it only lasted maybe 40 mins if that, maybe more like 30. Whew. Distraction seems to work, although support doesn't.

I'm not sure why I'm so happy. I mostly got nos tonight: no, it's not likely I'll see Juggler for more than two or three hours at a time till this month is over (there is always payment for something as wonderful as that vacation, and I'll cherish it to get me through, so nyah), sneaky-sideways no from Kynnin, no from my body (very light dizziness and nausea, just like two summers ago), no call-back from Devon about her birthday thing.

Did get yesses from Tillie and Ellen. Tillie, if you read this, call me in the am whenever it is.

Had a nice talk with Kynnin, where I got to say: "I have really weird sex now!". That was awesome.

My tomatoes are thriving, or they were this afternoon when I went out to them without being too dizzy (I seem to be fine now) and my bruises are doing wonderfully, flourishing in big black swirls (well, one is).

I was gonna say this earlier, bit since it's after midnight I'll change it a bit to Happy Unbirthday, Devon and while I'm at that, Happy Unbirthday to all the rest of you too.

Happy lots of things, actually.

Now I'll watch my rats a bit, and head to sleep.

Wordplay

For Chris:

being in love

being in love with someone who is not in love with
you, you understand my predicament.
being in love with you, who are not
in love with me, you understand my dilemma.
being in love with your being in love
with me, which you are not, you understand
the difficulty. being in love with your
being, you can well imagine how hard it is.
being in love with your being you,
no matter you are not your being in
love with me, you can appreciate and pity
being in love with you. being in love
with someone who is not in love, you know
all about being in love with someone who is not
in love with you, which is
being in love, which you know only too well,
love, being in love with being in love.

-marvin bell

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ANGST-FREE RELATIONSHIPS, DAMMIT!

Carry the torch, Greenie. If you don't, not one of those bastards is gonna do it for you.

;D

*purrr*

Just cause you don't see them often doesn't make friends less cool.

Hung out with Tillie and Ellen for a bit tonight. It's really nice to talk to 'em.

Tomorrow, Remember:

Phone charger (in case)
Deodorant
Hair gel (!)
Butane
Pedeolyte
Garbage bags
Big floppy hat
Cowboy hat
Collar
Jingly belt
...book? (I can't find a book to read, bah)
...condoms?

One More Post.

Love #2
by maggie nelson

There was harmony in our midst; for a moment, it was sacred.
You told me to put an orange in my cunt, then watched me do it
with a small clementine seemingly made for that purpose.
Later you danced like an imbecile on the roof, calling yourself The Puppet.
The heroin you carried was the color of crushed camel.
I flushed bags of it down the toilet.
Once when you were comatose, I crawled on top
and looked down into a valley of sinuses.
Sat in silence. Did not pummel you awake. Did not
insist you promised to love me through this.