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May. 30th, 2010 09:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greenstormNormally emotion drives me to post. Even if that emotion is sort of a desire for future nostalgia, or a sense of duty, it's usually combined with excitement, resignation, panic, joy, all those normal Greenie emotional buttons.
Right now I'm in a lovely in-between space where there's nothing. It's a dark place, but dark like pulling the blanket over your head, not dark like the pit I was sitting in last night.
It's funny because yesterday was a pretty wonderful day all round. There was painting Thursday night, I slept in late late late Friday (didn't wake up till 9!) and decided not to go in to work till almost noon because I only had a couple of hours of work to get done. I was enticed into a morning full of companionship and sex (which continued as 'magic wand and sex and lots of towels' which is something I think I really needed) and work went swimmingly (one hotel had a busted service elevator so the day was even shorter than I had thought it would be, though Monday will be longer; I got in to spray things I normally couldn't, look I'm talking about work again). I was low-energy after work, sorta napped with Angus, he got pretty sick in that time, and I went out to hang out with Paul and his fifty million closest friends in a bar before he headed back to Sudan today.
Paul and I talked a little, and it was the ugliest conversation I've had in my life. He's been teaching environmental awareness and preservation/restoration to villages there, watching the sand desert creep in to what could be (and was) productive dryland that's subject to the worst possible stresses; (this is where the housewarming guests arrive and I have an awesome housewarming, get three hours of sleep, wake up, and post what I got of this. I feel much better, those were so many really lovely people. I especially love the talking-till-4am part of parties; those are the best parties one can have)
Right now I'm in a lovely in-between space where there's nothing. It's a dark place, but dark like pulling the blanket over your head, not dark like the pit I was sitting in last night.
It's funny because yesterday was a pretty wonderful day all round. There was painting Thursday night, I slept in late late late Friday (didn't wake up till 9!) and decided not to go in to work till almost noon because I only had a couple of hours of work to get done. I was enticed into a morning full of companionship and sex (which continued as 'magic wand and sex and lots of towels' which is something I think I really needed) and work went swimmingly (one hotel had a busted service elevator so the day was even shorter than I had thought it would be, though Monday will be longer; I got in to spray things I normally couldn't, look I'm talking about work again). I was low-energy after work, sorta napped with Angus, he got pretty sick in that time, and I went out to hang out with Paul and his fifty million closest friends in a bar before he headed back to Sudan today.
Paul and I talked a little, and it was the ugliest conversation I've had in my life. He's been teaching environmental awareness and preservation/restoration to villages there, watching the sand desert creep in to what could be (and was) productive dryland that's subject to the worst possible stresses; (this is where the housewarming guests arrive and I have an awesome housewarming, get three hours of sleep, wake up, and post what I got of this. I feel much better, those were so many really lovely people. I especially love the talking-till-4am part of parties; those are the best parties one can have)
