Like Butter Over Too Much Bread

[greenstorm]

Everyone's being cryptic lately. Fair enough. This feels like a month of ghosts and shadows and half-realities anyhow, where plain words just don't cut it.

I've been backsliding a bit, relationship-wise. Wanna keep a watch on that. Acting weird and distant and snarky instead of being honest isn't good for anyone.

Everyone's either sick or tired lately, which means they're likely fighting something off (or their grandmother is dying and they're stressed, I'm thinking of you while you're gone). This means that I shouldn't worry about this urge to sleep ridiculous hours, because I'm likely in the same boat. Having this sudden bout of rain doesn't help things.

The upcoming move has suddenly dropped a load of stress down my back. Nothing has changed, just the immediacy of an uprooting (and the knowledge that I'll be moving again soon afterwards) has made me spacey and incoherent. Oh, well, a week to go and it's over.

I like my job, I like my boss, I like my co-workers, I like my friends, and I like my lovers. Despite the general sense of annoyance that I've been carrying around with me, that remains true, and it's good.

I need to get up to VanDusen *soon* to register for classes, but not till I've paid my rent.

Comments

[whimsicalzephyr.livejournal.com]

Oh did you and Tillie get the co-op?

[greenstorm.livejournal.com]

We still don't know.