More Friending Fu
Oct. 10th, 2006 06:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cabbitzilla*blinks*
I really don't know where my head is sometimes...
A mutual friend stepped in to help sort things out a bit; one of the folks that'd remained on my list for hope/admiration reasons has granted me access. Squee. :)
And another, one quite dear to me, that I thought had shut me out... well... *scratches her head* Apparently I was confused, she'd been in my list the entire time, and ... well... hey, I never promised that I was rational, people. I'm not sure if it was a matter of a journal that migrated and I simply forgot that x was over at y now or if my memories are crossed (which, sadly, is the more likely of the two), but she's there and I get to pounce her and that's what matters. :p
Things continue to lurch unsteadily along here; it's like getting a piggyback ride from a zombie. I'm slowly adapting to the silence left behind in Megan's wake, though I'm still having bouts of sudden tears when it all crashes in on me. I am getting a bit more sleep, but it's still not really enough. It's something, though. My room is a disaster, currently; there're spots that've been completely excavated, but there's still very little rhyme or reason to anything in here. MOST of the stuff that's in here will be promptly unpacked at the new apartment anyway, though the locations will be a bit different. All the damned movies go to the living room, all the damned computer stuff to the dining room (with all the damned piggy stuff), and the apparently damned cabbit will be passing out in the bedroom. In theory. I can see at least one shelf of books that'll be going to the dumpster instead; I don't need manuals for Novell 3.1.
And maybe when the moving and packing and sorting and unpacking and throwing away is all done, I can actually try and live my -life-. Wouldn't that be grand?
OH! One memequizziething:
Somehow, that pleases me.
I really don't know where my head is sometimes...
A mutual friend stepped in to help sort things out a bit; one of the folks that'd remained on my list for hope/admiration reasons has granted me access. Squee. :)
And another, one quite dear to me, that I thought had shut me out... well... *scratches her head* Apparently I was confused, she'd been in my list the entire time, and ... well... hey, I never promised that I was rational, people. I'm not sure if it was a matter of a journal that migrated and I simply forgot that x was over at y now or if my memories are crossed (which, sadly, is the more likely of the two), but she's there and I get to pounce her and that's what matters. :p
Things continue to lurch unsteadily along here; it's like getting a piggyback ride from a zombie. I'm slowly adapting to the silence left behind in Megan's wake, though I'm still having bouts of sudden tears when it all crashes in on me. I am getting a bit more sleep, but it's still not really enough. It's something, though. My room is a disaster, currently; there're spots that've been completely excavated, but there's still very little rhyme or reason to anything in here. MOST of the stuff that's in here will be promptly unpacked at the new apartment anyway, though the locations will be a bit different. All the damned movies go to the living room, all the damned computer stuff to the dining room (with all the damned piggy stuff), and the apparently damned cabbit will be passing out in the bedroom. In theory. I can see at least one shelf of books that'll be going to the dumpster instead; I don't need manuals for Novell 3.1.
And maybe when the moving and packing and sorting and unpacking and throwing away is all done, I can actually try and live my -life-. Wouldn't that be grand?
OH! One memequizziething:
Somehow, that pleases me.
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