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sorcyressSo, to explain some of the crypticness of last nights entries.
I was flying back to Mar'lind yesterday, fully expecting that I would get to see Veronica at some point that evening. It was one of those Profoundly Good Things that makes me a really really HappyKat. Because, well, I really like Veronica, and I think mom gets to see her more often than I do these days. :P
I get to The Empty City, harass the kids, bake cookies with MoMo, and screw around online. The phone rings. ((We screen, zoom in on the answering machine --"Speak")) I pick it up and be all " 'sup, Eric, are you deliverin' a Veronica to my front door right now, thanks?"
No, quite the opposite. Eric's car is borking out, because his car *always* borks out when he tries to drive to Maryland. He's not even sure he'll safely make it home, much less make the extra hour he has to take to go to the mountains and pick up Veronica. Cue my emotional-bits becoming hugely irrationally angry at him and my logical bits being "Why, it's not HIS fault." I'd like to hope I managed to be mostly logical to him on the phone, at any rate, thanks for not becoming upset with me for snapping at you, dear.
Phone close. Mope. Mopemopemope. Hang out with all sorts of exceptionally neat people who show up --Patty, Neva, Dan, Barb-Original, Paul, Bruce, and Nathen. Mope. Discuss different ways of flipping people off at the dinner table with my mom and her friends which did stop me moping for a bit. Go up to my room and mope, and pretend to be productive.
At about eleven thirty at night, when I'm slacking around online trying desperately to be not mopey, there's a knock on my bedroom door. I am trying so hard not to hope (because it sucks to have your hopes dashed) and I call, 'come in'.
Veronica opens my door. I think I crossed my room in under a nanosecond.
Happy.
~Sor
MOOP!
((The rest of the night involved the two of us, Eric, and Nathen hanging out and chatting until all hours, and harassing Tho and Jere7my via the internets. --Hey Tho, you never did get around to the Hamlet, thanks. Tonight's adventures involve the Mongolian Grill, potentially harassing the stagecraft kids, and ROCKY HORROR! (If you're very very lucky, you might get pictures of the two of us being wicked sexy. *grins*) ))
I was flying back to Mar'lind yesterday, fully expecting that I would get to see Veronica at some point that evening. It was one of those Profoundly Good Things that makes me a really really HappyKat. Because, well, I really like Veronica, and I think mom gets to see her more often than I do these days. :P
I get to The Empty City, harass the kids, bake cookies with MoMo, and screw around online. The phone rings. ((We screen, zoom in on the answering machine --"Speak")) I pick it up and be all " 'sup, Eric, are you deliverin' a Veronica to my front door right now, thanks?"
No, quite the opposite. Eric's car is borking out, because his car *always* borks out when he tries to drive to Maryland. He's not even sure he'll safely make it home, much less make the extra hour he has to take to go to the mountains and pick up Veronica. Cue my emotional-bits becoming hugely irrationally angry at him and my logical bits being "Why, it's not HIS fault." I'd like to hope I managed to be mostly logical to him on the phone, at any rate, thanks for not becoming upset with me for snapping at you, dear.
Phone close. Mope. Mopemopemope. Hang out with all sorts of exceptionally neat people who show up --Patty, Neva, Dan, Barb-Original, Paul, Bruce, and Nathen. Mope. Discuss different ways of flipping people off at the dinner table with my mom and her friends which did stop me moping for a bit. Go up to my room and mope, and pretend to be productive.
At about eleven thirty at night, when I'm slacking around online trying desperately to be not mopey, there's a knock on my bedroom door. I am trying so hard not to hope (because it sucks to have your hopes dashed) and I call, 'come in'.
Veronica opens my door. I think I crossed my room in under a nanosecond.
Happy.
~Sor
MOOP!
((The rest of the night involved the two of us, Eric, and Nathen hanging out and chatting until all hours, and harassing Tho and Jere7my via the internets. --Hey Tho, you never did get around to the Hamlet, thanks. Tonight's adventures involve the Mongolian Grill, potentially harassing the stagecraft kids, and ROCKY HORROR! (If you're very very lucky, you might get pictures of the two of us being wicked sexy. *grins*) ))
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on 2008-03-08 07:39 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2008-03-08 08:33 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2008-03-09 04:41 am (UTC)Even more, perhaps we may have a chance to visit together during your time back in M'Land.
Hogs & Quiches,
Flex
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