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Today has been pretty good, actually!

This is especially good because somewhere in the last night/this morning phase I felt _extremely_ con-crashy, worse than I have in ages and ages. Tired was some of it (you could probably have guessed from my con-report that I didn't sleep much at YTS) but also just like...being in community and having little responsibility beyond "lead songs, sing songs other people lead, draw pictures" is really good, and being not in that space kinda sucks.

We're having a weird week at school --Friday is a day off, because *some* people can get their religious holidays off without being scrutinized by HR¹. And then Tues and Weds is MCAS test days, and so the schedule is all funny with half-days for students and test proctoring and etc. I hope that I will do a bunch of grading, since I have a higher-than-average amount of prep time this week, but realistically I will settle for just spending that time reading books.

But because of how weird the schedule is, I set my classes up very carefully and in a way that put all the prep work frontloaded to this morning. Luckily, it was a surprisingly easy prep --Geometry could do the activity I made last year, and Algebra could do the assessment prepared by a different teacher, and neither actually needed that much modification from me. Now every Algebra class this week will just be supervising that little project, and for the few Geometry students I see (they are mostly in a grade which is testing and so are exempt from class) they can just work on their chromebooks and I can politely pretend not to see they're also on their phones.

After school was a union meeting that I only half paid attention to (looking at staffing decisions for next year's contract negotiations) and then Clayton-work-bestie and I walked home together and chatted about some Work Goss. He's having a tough time, but I was pleased to be able to help him out.

Then Elishka stopped by for a bit to drop off the next Murderbot and a little dice present they had gotten for me at PAX. It was good time pies to get to see them and chat a little bit about our respective too-busy-aah lives. A few minutes of video games, and then pack up my bag for tomorrow and head out to Austin's for the evening, a thing I have not done in _ages_ --he's pretty consistently just been coming to my place for like...the last five years (since until he and Bee bought their new house, I tended to live closer to his workplace than he did). I'm excited for it, and it was nice to walk over while reading.

I hope the rest of the week manages to have good things in it, and accomplishing things. For me and you both. <3

~Sor
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1: Yes this is a real life subtweet, but I'm not gonna give you details in a public entry, ask me offline.

Today has not totally sucked either. In fact, it's been pretty alright.

I left the house a little late to get to Advent ringing, completely forgetting that the proximity to fancy church holidays meant services would run longer than usual. I did arrive after ringing started, but by considerably less than I'd feared, and was able to pop in for a method or two before the bells had to come down.

There was no coffee hour at the church, and so after a brief muddle of trying to keep our party together, we set off to a local nice coffee shop to bolster our spirits with pastries, and give us energy for the long walk to Old North. I got a very good chocolate muffin. The walk was particularly high spirited, and when we arrived at ON, every single ringer seemed to be at least a little bit punchy.

Their services were also running long, and just after we arrived at the tower, Bee noticed that the pokegym had a particularly cool raid about to happen...but a big one! 5/8 ringers whipped out their phones and it didn't help the punchiness at *all* for us to be frantically joining a raid team and taking it out. A nice big ~mega Alakazam~ who fell quite easily to the five of us, and then we got distracted a bit by vexiloligy until the lights flash and we sprung to our actual job.

(It is, as it turns out, very easy to distract Kat with vexiloligy. I blame growing up in Maryland for it, once you've been exposed to how good it feels to have an actually interesting state flag, you start to form some serious opinions on all the other flags out there).

I ran a nice service ringing --hard not to, when we only rang like three things-- and we could collect ourselves and go for a lunch in the too-thin sunshine. Not quite warm enough to be really marvelous, but certainly nice enough for us to be comfortable lingering a bit outside, excitedly sharing thoughts.

Finally home again home again together on the T, and all parting ways. No Kyle on Sundays, so I walked home from the station poking my nose back into the book I'd started this morning, Lattes and Legends. Like so many people, I'd first heard of it as a strong recommendation from Seanan McGuire, and I'd finally picked up a copy for myself last Christmas.

I got home and kept reading, until I finished the whole thing. It's a pretty fast read, a novel but a short one (250 pages or so) and a very charming one. As says on the tin, found family, competency, lots of coffee. I think it's pretty much fluff, but very comfortable fluff --I don't feel particularly challenged by it, but I really don't regret reading it and will probably read it again sometime.

Then was time for some house chores. Laundering various hand towels and tablecloths, sweeping and vacuuming floors, cleaning the toilet, the usual un-sexy maintenance to keep the place we live from becoming an utter pigsty. My bedroom is still a lost cause these days, but hopefully I'll work on that a bit in the upcoming week.

Last part of the day was dance. I _zoomed_ on a blue bike to Alewife, only a minute late for being picked up by my ride to Demo Team practice. Demo Team had time enough for one walk through and to to-music dance throughs --our first time going through the entire program at speed. This is good, because we only have one more rehearsal until NEFFA. It was bad because there were *definitely* a few chunks of music that were not-quite-right in our practice recording.

I persuaded Beth to drive me all the way to Porter instead of Alewife, and got to cap the night off with BIDA. I was expecting that there'd be no way for BIDA to measure up to the *phenomenal* night it'd been the week before, but it turns out someone had been very clever with the scheduling, and the way to follow up to a fucking amazing bonus-band who'd flown in from the other side of the country was with a hugely expansive open band with close to twenty people onstage.

After I arrived but before I went inside, I wolfed down a granola bar, so that I was not dancing on zero calories, and as before, wound up chatting with a nice person as they also arrived. This turned out to be a person called Erica who was lovely friendly, and we established "oh yes, we'll have to dance together sometime tonight" as part of our polite conversation. That turned out to be pretty much immediately --I got downstairs a minute or two later, and had just finished tying my dance shoes when the next dance started...and found Erica in much the same boat. We wound up doing a grid square dance together, and I learned that my new friend is a person entirely made of enthusiasm. This is a good thing!

The rest of the dance was equally lovely. I got to waltz with Iz just as she arrived, which was charming, just gossiping quietly about our respective lives, and then during the break was able to chat with Ruthie a whole bunch about the wonders of pregnancy. The second half included a *deeply* flirtatious contra with Austin (a mad robin made for some wonderfully intense eye contact, and I like that if I'm dancing with one of the very few people I actually make proper eye contact with), and ended with a silly Gemini-swapping line with Bee and Todd. Todd had never experienced a Gemini-partner(s) before, and spent much of the dance being adorkably and enthusiastically bewildered.

I closed with a waltz with the taller of the Neils, noting he didn't have a partner and vaguely remembering that he was good for that sort of thing. Oh yes! He's a blues dancer, and he's got those lovely long legs which means he actually stretches his way across the floor, and that was a very lovely dance as well.

Homeagain homeagain, where I ate some dinner (shocked it was nearly eleven!) and then went to my bedroom if not exactly to bed. Words are done now and I'm off to sleep...tomorrow will be full of its own new challenges as I catch up with whatever I wanted my lessons to be. Goodnight!

~Sor
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Here's some stuff:

*I was sick for basically all of early last week. It was bad gastro-stuff, a little fatigue, and nothing else. I've seen a doctor, after which I immediately began feeling much better, so that...was...good? Anyways, the doctor says that he's not encountered any cases of covid that were _just_ gastro stuff.

*Also I took a covid test on _fucking Tuesday_ and have not yet received the results. I'm a little anxious, and definitely called the city yesterday to be all "double-you-tee-eff-mates". This is a known problem, I will get emailed my results "eventually" and in the meantime I'm just gonna...be...weird forever because that's how we roll in 2021.

(I have no reason to think I have covid except "my body did a thing". The dozen or so folks who were curious after Scots Pinewoods have all tested negative)

*Being sick-ish and bedridden has honestly dovetailed pretty nicely with the whole "so I'm burned out like fuck" thing, and I've basically done nothing since Pinewoods. It has been _really really nice_ most of the time, and a little crazy-making some of the time because ~productivity~ or whatever. Capitalism is a fucking drug mate, and I'd really rather not.

*I'm re-reading Narbonic! I've just started 2004, which is post Unstuck in Time and about to be some hot spoiler on spoiler action. This remains one of my favourite comics ever written, it's just _so good_. Maybe when I finish I'll try and do the deep dive on re-reading Skin Horse, but that's a little more daunting (it's like...12 years and still wrapping up, compared to Narbonic's 6)

*I've been flirting a lot, which has been Good Times. There's been some interesting meta stuff in the back of my head, about the differences between flirting fully online in 2007 versus 2021. The fourteen years between have led to some fairly fundamental differences about how this all goes, including that pictures are suddenly a trivial part of the experience. Oh, and there's this whole complicated thing with being Always Online as opposed to having designated times when you're at your computer and available for IMing?

The fundamental awkwardness and sheer joy of "hey you're cute and you think I'm cute wanna be cute together?" is still largely unchanged, and deeply wonderful to play with.

*Also, flirting with someone subby and then visiting my sir means I start filing away Ways To Be Mean so like, it's both a fun adventure for me, and stuff I can use for the future. Yay for paying good attention? ANYways.

*I have now watched the first three episodes of Ted Lasso and goddamnit, Cat Valente is extremely right this show is _fucking delightful_. It's earnest in a time of my life when I badly need earnest. Like...I always need my Happily Ever Afters, that's just how I do, but three episodes into this and I already feel very satisfied with the overall thing, not like everything's been torn to pieces and if I just watch another episode then I'll maybe get my heart put back in my chest.

Not unlike Leverage, that feeling. And yes, I know there's new, I really need to watch it but I'm bad at watching things.

Note to self: If genarti is not watching this in specific, I really need to tell them they will love it and encourage them to do so.

*I think that's all I've got for the moment. I am theoretically traveling to CT next week(end?), no, I haven't worked out how either. I was sorta delaying on buying bus tickets until I got my negative covid test back, but uh. You know. That's not really quickly happening. There's work-work I need to do too, but I strongly suspect it's all going to happen in the week immediately before school.

I am stupid privileged that I'm actually getting to recover from some of my burnout this summer, unlike a lot of people. Of course, next school year is going to be Differently Awful (word on the street is no remote, yes fully masked), so we'll see how well I do.

Love yinz. Stay groovy.

~Sor
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Wheeeeeeeeee.

I spent basically all of today on a bus, which was DEEPLY NOT OKAY. I mean, it is what it is, but it was just so fucking exhausting to be on a bus for almost three hours longer than I was supposed to be. This is what we do to avoid paying extra money. Or fly.

Ultimately, the New York trip was a Roaring Success! I am very pleased to have gotten out there, to have spent time with mom and Barb and dad and Maia, and to have go seen lovely shows and the like. That being said, I am _extremely happy_ to be back home, curled up in bed, writing my words and watching Jeopardy on Netflix. Just...kinda mindless! I know that tomorrow I go back to the real world and work and stuff (although the seniors are gone, so work is a lot less so).

The other downside of the Bus Ride From Hell was that there was a lot of traffic...and the bus driver was not very good at The Traffic Game. When you're shitty at the traffic game, you make your passengers much more prone to carsickness. So...basically after the first hour, I was vaguely queasy the entire time. It was...yeahhh. This meant I couldn't really do anything to entertain myself --reading books makes it worse, fucking around on the phone makes it worse, traffic is non-conducive to drawing, and I'm not the kind of asshole to talk aloud on the phone while on a bus. So I dozed the entire time, mostly not actually sleeping.

I managed some actually entertaining daydreaming, but then they kept getting dragged into generalized anxiety and totally absurd fantasies about doing stuff like successfully blackmailing Jeff Bezos into donating his fortune to the ACLU or whatever. That is one of the less anxious things I thought about for a while on the bus.

It's _very hard_ to feel comfortable or sane right now, in a world that is falling down around our ears.

Anyways, I'm building up to the last few weeks of school/work, and then it is PINEWOODS!. Well no, then there's a brief visit by Alys and Pinewoods prep. At some point I need to settle down and figure out the rest of my summer --I know it will involve moving throughout August, and I wanna go visit the parents for a bit, but like..is there time to organize anything else in there? Or should I just plan on flopping around as much as possible?

Oh yeah, and also there's an AGM for the Bellsfolx, which I'm not really in charge of in any way...but the boyf is, and there's a certain extent to which I anticipate playing host-spouse.

I dunno. I'm pretty tired and babbly tonight, but that's what happens when you don't _do_ anything all day. I wish I'd had more of a chance to do _anything_ on the bus, even just some mindless gaming, but c'est la vie.

Hope y'all are well!

I dunno how long it will last, but fuckit, I'm tired of being Absolute Trash and I'd like to just generally Suck Less. So here's some things we're gonna do about it.

(Yes obvs we're going to do all of these at once, how else do I completely guarantee burning out in less than a week and forgetting all positive progress?)

*Sleep! Look, fine, I've hit the tipping point. Let me reassure you, I still utterly despise the very concept of sleep. It's so boring. It's so much time where you could be doing fun and/or useful things. I hate it so so so so much. BUT. Working hypothesis, drawn by everyone on the internet talking about it and also mek calling me out and also confirmed as probable by my therapist, is that if I sleep more, then my waking time will be less braindead and more productive. I will be able to do more fun and/or useful things anyways! What a clever trick.

yeah, I hate everything about this, but I'm gonna try and commit to getting more sleep, through some combination of: long afternoon naps (1-2 sleep cycles), setting my alarm for realistically later and not hitting snooze (since we all know all those nine minute cycles are not actually helpful or restful¹), actually going the fuck to bed when it's bedtime (which is 11 on school nights, you know that you ponce what even was last night), and trying to get some of my prep-work done afterschool so I can arrive at school later in the morning (as in, not times that start with 6, yes really, all the damn time) instead of frantically needing a half-hour per different class before school starts at 7:45.

I don't think I will do all of those on the same day. I don't think I'll do any of them reliably or regularly. Recommendations for other ways to make sleep more frequent are great. Telling me to go the fuck to bed is also good.

*Emails! The greatest blow to my ego in the last two years² was hearing a friend describe me as "bad at email" to another friend. Mostly because she was right, which is a vile fact and I'm sorry for it.

Anyways, the whole "one day at a time" thing applies here, and I've done all the emails for today. Inbox zero is a legitimately impossible thing, but maybe I can get _fewer than 4k fucking unread emails kthanks_. I did do a bunch of new label-filters, so that'll help. One step at a time, whee!

*Fiction! did you know I brought a story for other people to read, complete damn strangers, and they reacted positively? I am absolutely reeling! And yes, mek's writing group is full of super nice people, but still! Maybe I should try fiction writing more sometime, because legit, that was from 2014.

*Work! we're not gonna talk about how things are going at work shhh everything's fine, no I'm not in the hell-space where evidence is in but I don't know yet if I have a job next year hahaha it's great everything's great why wouldn't it be great?

*Social! It's not winter anymore! I mean, the weather is awful (repent to your weather lords), but we're out of the really cold and dark SAD season. So maybe I can start interacting positively with people I like? I use google chat and discord, hmu! Yes, I would love to do a short fun social with you in a late afternoon or early evening! Maybe a dinner before dancing sometime? Ice cream on a Friday night? Who knows!

*Housecleaning Yeah, so like, I filed extension-on-taxes, which involved sending a rough approximation of money to the government, but I based it on the 2017 amount I sent, which was WAY HIGHER than it would be this year, because I spent half of 2017 self-employed and not paying my own taxes. What does this have to do with Housecleaning? The fact that my mail is currently scattered through the fucking disaster that is my bedroom and maybe if I organized All That I could get my tax stuff actually done for real and get some money back from the government. That'd be keen!

If you would like to literally or metaphorically (via Skype/Hangouts/whathaveyou) sit on my bed and keep me company some afternoon while I roomclean, that'd be incredibly useful and I'd be very into it.

SO THAT'S ME! I'M GONNA DO ALL THE THINGS FOREVER WHERE FOREVER IS APPROXIMATELY FORTY-EIGHT HOURS AND ALSO I CAN'T EVEN HOUSECLEAN BECAUSE I'M NOT AT HOME TONIGHT!

<3
~Sor
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1: One of my favourite things about the digital age is the ability to highlight any word I type and hit the "look up" button on my computer and have an immediate pop-up of the actual definition. Case in point, I originally had restive here, but that is actually the exact opposite! Thanks dictionary!

2: The greatest blow to my ego ever was probably not getting hired back at the private school, but that was now more than two years ago. Time is marching on and all.

What else is going on?

I have finally, after about eight hundred years of being the worst, started reading dreamwidth again on the semi-regular. This has had the side benefit of me stumbling into the (actually active!) dreamwidth of one of my bellfriends (hi!), which I'm pretty keen on, for lots of reasons.

One thing I didn't mention in my bellspost yesterday is that I *really* appreciate how much post-hobby social the Boston bell scene engages in. This is doubly important in a life where I no longer have friends.

That's an extremely melodramatic statement, but I want you to recall that I spent 2015-2016 biking twenty miles a day so I could work a job that made me feel weird in Newton (and was therefore exhausted and busy all the time), then spent the vast majority of 2016-17 Srsly Depressed, and now am in year two of Dream Job No I Swear but also I average ten hours of work a day and have to go to bed before eleven like every night. And I'm still dating three people (does it count as dating if mek and I have not had a proper date in forty-eight years?) and while Squares finally dropped back off the radar, there's Scottish and Highland and oh yeah I'm supposedly running Scots Pinewoods this year.

Friendship and social stuff takes _time_ and it takes _energy_ and it takes _logistical organization_ and wowzers have I been fresh out of all of those. So the thai food and picnics and ice cream with the ringers have been *critical* to my sanity.

All that being said, I've actually been reading dreamwidth for...okay, like two weeks maybe? And I've been trying to hang out in the Pie Shop¹. And I got to see some people I liked at Honk, which was cool. But I need to start working real "hanging out with friends" into my life somehow, and I'll try, even if maybe it's just gonna be "you work on your shit and I'll grade and occasionally we'll chat a bit and sip our tea".

I was going to try an actual life update, and instead it is me continuing to whine about how _fucking difficult_ it is to make plans when you're never home and have no time. This seems like an unusual problem to have, given the rest of my life :p

Hope y'all are well.
~Sor
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1: The Pie Shop was started in like...2008 or 6 or something as a deviantArt chatroom. Actually, really it was formed out of the 2004-era AIM chatrooms where I played digital truth or dare with mostly people I haven't talked to in years. At any rate, it's been hopping from platform to platform for most of my digital life, spawning stories and roleplaying and goofing off. mek and Dave and Har and Jake are the long-time friends who chill in the current version, and now I get to hang with Quads sometimes too, and I think even Zeebs pokes their nose in every once in a while. It's good times.

Today is the first MCAS day, which means that my schedule is all sorts of weird. I still have to come in at the same early hour (I laugh when my friends complain about going in to work early and having to wake up at *gasp* 8:30 --I'm already halfway through first period by then.) but unless I get called in for emergency test proctoring (*crosses fingers oh please god no*) I get some time to myself to catch up on preparing for my classes and the like. And this happens two days in a row! Sometimes, I am very lucky indeed.

(That being said, I just finished today's sudokus in the Metro and I'm now updating 750words, so it's not like I'm exactly taking *professional* advantage of this brilliant new time. But I am certainly taking personal advantage --it's been many sad and uncomfortable weeks since I did 750w regularly, and I miss the habit. I can do most of my grading at home, I can't always have a distraction-free environment to write.)

Lots of people have been asking how life is going, and I have mostly been confused by the question --doesn't everyone just read my livejournal and know what's up? Well sure, but that logic only works if I update more than once a fortnight, and with content at that. (and let's not get into the fallacy that people actually read elljay anymore...)

I've been okay. I'm still really stuck in the braindeath I've been fighting since October or so, and the weather continues to really not cooperate --those two days of Spring were great, but now that it's summer, my brain is melting. Still probably better than being excessively cold though, my lizardbrain shuts down worse when I'm freezing.

Professionally, I have to worry about MCAS, which is about the best thing --it means I'm actually doing math, in a high school classroom, often enough for it to be notable. Currently, I've two sections of Algebra 2, and there of Geometry. It's lovely!

I haven't been dancing very much, which for me translates to about "once a week". Demo team rehearsals are mostly done for the year, which means at least I'm not doing _really hard dance bracketed by biking 4 miles_, but the braindeath and my own malaise are conspiring pretty hardcore to keep me in my house instead of out to the CanAm or MIT¹. I made it to both dances last week, and the Highland Ball this weekend, but I missed Scottish last night due to an overwhelming inability to people, and I might miss Squares tonight for same.

(Last night, Sparr had people over for games and I wound up playing, and that worked for...it didn't actually work all that well. I was foggy and distracted and just wanted to play stupid video games. I wish I could reteach my brain to spend its foggy time on writing instead of games. I think it would feel better about things in the long run if I did. I don't even have to write original, I have _so much_ typing to catch up on, things from the last weeks and months that want to be cohesive and properly put together but can't be until they're all in the same, preferably digital, space.)

I've been consuming large amounts of mostly visual media --watching Game of Thrones, playing Heroes of Might and Magic (at a truly alarming and almost dangerous amount, but at least it's not "four hours lost to Minesweeper" bad...yet.), rereading/catching up with Dumbing of Age. I've been on a project to read all the Newbery Award books, that stagnated a bit due to the last one not being very good (and sucking my enthusiasm) and, er, losing track of² where I put the one I'm supposed to start next.

My room is _unholydeathhatred_ right now, which is probably contributing more to my inability to exist than I am willing to put together and admit. Anyone want to come over tomorrow and just yell at me?

...and the tangent from there deserves its own post. Ta!

~Sor
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1: CanAm = Canadian American Club in Watertown, where the Scottish Country Dance meets. Yes, I know we're supposed to be the Cambridge Class. MIT is, of course, where I do Tech Squares.

2: In my defense, I roadtripped to Atlanta, and then drove back and stayed in Maryland for several days and then bussed up to Boston and then pretty much immediately did NEFFA and then started a new job. So, I haven't unpacked, even though I've had more than enough time to, but that's a lot of why my room became unholydeathmessy, and also why I'm having difficulty finding important things, like library books. Gods bless the Minuteman and letting me renew online.

Today was excellent, and by all rights, should be delivered via a photoessay. However, most of my photos are on my camera, and I don't feel like digging out the card reader right now, so...

...wait, what? There's a card reader on my laptop? I...I am skeptical. Hang on, I think I need to try some science.

OKAY FINE, I guess I will give an account of my pretty much completely awesome day via photoessay, gods!

( So today was excellent! )

Tomorrow I am going to be very sore, but it was an excellent day.

~Sor
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I am still in California. Or, if I never bothered to mention it properly, I am in California!

Spending all my time with someone creative in the same ways in which I am creative has been really good for me. I am still Woefully Unemployed (TM), but I've also drawn a couple things, and written a couple things, and best of all, three days ago, the clone looks up at me from our Left 4 Dead game and says "wanna write a collaborative story about a zombie apocalypse?"

So that's been going very well, and I've written like 4500 words of characters I haven't used in a while fighting zombies. Which is pretty damn great.

We've also done some cooking experiments (which resulted in bacon-wrapped potato bites!) and playing way too much Left 4 Dead (<3333!) and spending too much time on Tumblr and not enough time watching Doctor Who, but whatever, honestly. Theoretically, I can watch that on my own. Keeping up with the reblogs is tres important, zohmgar. :P

Mek might've gotten me hooked on Fallen London, or at least starting to be hooked on Fallen London. I am currently more frustrated than pleased by the throttling of actions. I appreciate that they're keeping me from wasting all my time on there, but man, I have been running out of actions quickly and that's annoying, especially when I'm still very badly in explore mode and trying to figure out the game. We'll see if it sticks at all.

I miss Boston. I miss dancing. I might claim to miss being too cold, but judging by how I actually respond to temperature, it's a dirty lie. But I'm happy I'm here because...there's a reason I call him clone faster than boyfriend. Mek gets me like no one else. The conversations we have tend to be long, meandering, weird and utterly fabulous. When's the last time you jumped from Neil Poon Handler to Oglaf?

The hope of course is that I'll go home and be rejuvenated, ready to try again being a real adult. We'll see if it works at all. I am in turns optimistic towards how lovelyinteresting this summer could be (Pinewoods in July, and Alys might visit me) and shaking with fear at the lack of funds and lack of impact I am having on the world.

In the meantime though, I'm going to clutch at this creative paradise while it is still accessible to me. Lying in bed all day in my underwear writing might not sound to you like such a beast, but oh, am I satisfied.

Even if it is too damn hot.

~Sor
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Original Tags: musings, qlife, cloneness, snowtown, writing

I'd say "Where on Earth have all my words gone?" since I've apparently not updated all that much this weekend, but honestly, I think it's because...well...I haven't updated all that much this weekend.

Sostuff. Friday night was the first (hopefully annual) Lesley Drag Show. I dressed up, kinda less as Erik, and more a dashing young gentleman with a fabulous moustache. Recited V's monologue, because Josh told me I couldn't take my pants off onstage (it was no pants day!) and I have no other performable talents.

I got polite applause, but being as I wasn't being fagadacious, not a whole lot else. Which is okay. The winner was this boy who looked like a girl, was using his own hair, and waxed his chest in order to squeeze into the little purple dress he was wearing. He is far more butch than I'll ever be about my femininity.

I wandered home, stripped off the ace bandages (possibly with a triumphant sigh) and flopped onto the computer for a bit. Lauren walks into the room, and hands me her phone. "It's Josh. He says you left your phone at the drag show."

This was completely true, so I dashed off to the quad to retrieve it. What was meant to be a five minute mission turned into an hours conversation with the beautiful Annika, eventually involving me following her home, where we chatted with a bunch of random people in her lounge. Little Gay Erik ran off to put in Life of Brian, and I, remembering that I hadn't bothered to put up an away message or anything, ran home to grab my computer and my towel and came back.

Curled up on the floor between Annika and Erik, I managed to stay awake through the corporate pirates. Considering that the night prior I hadn't slept in the slightest, I was not shocked to wake up at seven, still on the floor in a nest of blankets, curled up with Annika.

I removed my glasses, put my computer in a less "STEAL ME!" obvious place, and conked back out on the floor for another few hours. We got up around eleven, got breakfast, chatted, and eventually went our separate ways...

(To be continued.)

~Sor
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( And in the meantime, pictures! )

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