now for a real entry
Mar. 13th, 2001 01:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbminxI never met a survey I could resist. Someone should really tie my hands behind my back when I see one of those things.
I am feeling like someone punched me in the gut, so I have settled in to read for the day with a heating pad on my lower back. Does this EVER get better? I'm drinking my "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" edition Pineapple-Ginger Green Tea, and banning TV except for Sailor Moon at 4 and Tenchi at 6. The house is quiet, and so am I.
A little bit ago I dropped a note to the friend I fell out with a couple months back. Not a reconciliation attempt (can't reconcile with a fair-weather friend except by saying "I give you permission to walk on me and make me feel crappy at will", which would be unhealthy for me - that sort of thing would have to come from her in the form of an apology, and I'm certainly not holding my breath), but a request that she mail me some things I lent her last year. It's not a "Give me back my toys, I don't like you anymore"; I had been meaning to ask her already when the unpleasantness occurred. Anyway, I had been wondering with a sort of clinical detachment how I would feel about writing this note... and it was no big deal. Polite and to the point. *sigh*
Last time I hung out with Autumn I was all worried whether she would like me or not, because of the bad experiences I'd had with several close online friends when hanging out IRL; now she's concerned with whether I'm going to like her (and her boy and such) when I'm staying with her. But I'm a very easy guest as long as I have a place to sleep and keep my stuff and food that I can eat (IE not a lot of pasta or bread; plenty of protein; no fish). So I don't think she needs to worry. It's so cute, though. (Ragdoll is worrying too, for other reasons, but we've been in enough contact for me to know that problems are unlikely.)
Me and the tea and the book are now toddling off to cozyland. We have no cookies, we have no chocolate. Wish us luck.
I am feeling like someone punched me in the gut, so I have settled in to read for the day with a heating pad on my lower back. Does this EVER get better? I'm drinking my "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" edition Pineapple-Ginger Green Tea, and banning TV except for Sailor Moon at 4 and Tenchi at 6. The house is quiet, and so am I.
A little bit ago I dropped a note to the friend I fell out with a couple months back. Not a reconciliation attempt (can't reconcile with a fair-weather friend except by saying "I give you permission to walk on me and make me feel crappy at will", which would be unhealthy for me - that sort of thing would have to come from her in the form of an apology, and I'm certainly not holding my breath), but a request that she mail me some things I lent her last year. It's not a "Give me back my toys, I don't like you anymore"; I had been meaning to ask her already when the unpleasantness occurred. Anyway, I had been wondering with a sort of clinical detachment how I would feel about writing this note... and it was no big deal. Polite and to the point. *sigh*
Last time I hung out with Autumn I was all worried whether she would like me or not, because of the bad experiences I'd had with several close online friends when hanging out IRL; now she's concerned with whether I'm going to like her (and her boy and such) when I'm staying with her. But I'm a very easy guest as long as I have a place to sleep and keep my stuff and food that I can eat (IE not a lot of pasta or bread; plenty of protein; no fish). So I don't think she needs to worry. It's so cute, though. (Ragdoll is worrying too, for other reasons, but we've been in enough contact for me to know that problems are unlikely.)
Me and the tea and the book are now toddling off to cozyland. We have no cookies, we have no chocolate. Wish us luck.
