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raybearIt's been a long time. Shouldn'ta left you. Without a dope post to read through.
I'll stop now.
Let me mention now that I had 200 friends posts and I probably read about 60% of them thoroughly. Don't hate. I did my best.
Let me also mention that I sliced the fuck out of my left index finger while removing some glass from a frame, so my typing is slower and less accurate. My left hand is also sore from compensating from the loss of the strongest link. Bear with me.
Here's the free association rundown of the past 5 days. I may try to include reference points.
In the beginning, there are lessons that must be learned and retained:
- Polaroids make excellent wallpaper.
- San Franciso really does grow better queers. Even any transphobic ones.
- Dishwashing rubber gloves do not offer adequate protection from sharp plates of glass.
- When I had a premonition of a possible injury, I should believe it will happen, rather than believe it WONT happen simply because I saw it coming.
- Fresh artichokes make everything better.
- Living room throw pillows make for excellent naps but horrible night's sleep, according to my back.
- Layovers are even worse when they occur in airports that are not actually located BETWEEN your two destinations.
- Even when enough REM sleep is had, if it occurs while the body is not horizontal or full outstretched, I'll still feel like shit.
- Certain friends (or at least one specific one who recently relocated to San Fran) never lose their appeal and my admiration and adoration.
Now the brief rundown.
Saturday: Differently Paced Coworker's party. Hanging out with Damon. MelRo's return and our gift exchange.
Sunday: Sleep-in. Go to airport. Arrive in San Fran. Miraculously find bus.
Monday: Walk around Mission. Buy books, but not the one I want which is actually located on the roommate's bookshelf. (coincidence? in the same said roommate's bed, I had my first lucid dream since actually trying to have them. you decide.) Visited Good Vibrations, and I'm now a Champ(ion) (which later got the seal of approval from two parties, myself included). Watched "Out of Sight". Cooked elaborate fabulous meal. Ate with fabulous folks. Watched several New Year's come in various locations. Perhaps didn't get drunk enough, but only out of lazyness.
Tuesday: Sleep-in. Eat leftovers. MelRo's Hyperactive Super Friend comes over. Eat leftovers. Go back to Berkeley and out to dinner with other college friends of MelRo's. Come home. Sleep off and on to VH1 through the night.
Wednesday: Car. Plane. Chinese food-court food. Plane. Car. Grocery store. Home.
Oh, and the New Year's included Bob. Two o' them. U.K. Bob. And BOB 2: More Rockin Less Talkin.
Last night I watched what used to be one of my favorite episodes of ST:TNG. Man, did it suck. What a letdown. 'Am I going too fast for you?' 'No, I'm going too fast for me.'
In the previously mentioned lucid dream on New Year's Eve night, it happened near the end of a dream starring Riley and Vanessa. I was at Riley's family's house. Then we were in a car going somewhere. In the middle of the car ride, I announced that I had discovered that i was dreaming and that I wasn't in the car but asleep in a stranger's bed in san francisco. Everyone in the car just looked at me as if to say "so what?" Then I didn't wake up. Nor did I have any insight as to where the dream was taking me, so I freaked out and stopped being lucid. Later on, I became lucid again when I was trying to get a lesbian orgy going.
Yeah. I know.
And my co-worker said to me at 9:15 "You look tired." Yeah, probably. But I'm too exhausted to notice. Luckily it's a short work-week and tonight I can sleep again. It was a great whirlwind time, but I'm happy to be back home, even if the apartment is a mess. That's for later.
I'll stop now.
Let me mention now that I had 200 friends posts and I probably read about 60% of them thoroughly. Don't hate. I did my best.
Let me also mention that I sliced the fuck out of my left index finger while removing some glass from a frame, so my typing is slower and less accurate. My left hand is also sore from compensating from the loss of the strongest link. Bear with me.
Here's the free association rundown of the past 5 days. I may try to include reference points.
In the beginning, there are lessons that must be learned and retained:
- Polaroids make excellent wallpaper.
- San Franciso really does grow better queers. Even any transphobic ones.
- Dishwashing rubber gloves do not offer adequate protection from sharp plates of glass.
- When I had a premonition of a possible injury, I should believe it will happen, rather than believe it WONT happen simply because I saw it coming.
- Fresh artichokes make everything better.
- Living room throw pillows make for excellent naps but horrible night's sleep, according to my back.
- Layovers are even worse when they occur in airports that are not actually located BETWEEN your two destinations.
- Even when enough REM sleep is had, if it occurs while the body is not horizontal or full outstretched, I'll still feel like shit.
- Certain friends (or at least one specific one who recently relocated to San Fran) never lose their appeal and my admiration and adoration.
Now the brief rundown.
Saturday: Differently Paced Coworker's party. Hanging out with Damon. MelRo's return and our gift exchange.
Sunday: Sleep-in. Go to airport. Arrive in San Fran. Miraculously find bus.
Monday: Walk around Mission. Buy books, but not the one I want which is actually located on the roommate's bookshelf. (coincidence? in the same said roommate's bed, I had my first lucid dream since actually trying to have them. you decide.) Visited Good Vibrations, and I'm now a Champ(ion) (which later got the seal of approval from two parties, myself included). Watched "Out of Sight". Cooked elaborate fabulous meal. Ate with fabulous folks. Watched several New Year's come in various locations. Perhaps didn't get drunk enough, but only out of lazyness.
Tuesday: Sleep-in. Eat leftovers. MelRo's Hyperactive Super Friend comes over. Eat leftovers. Go back to Berkeley and out to dinner with other college friends of MelRo's. Come home. Sleep off and on to VH1 through the night.
Wednesday: Car. Plane. Chinese food-court food. Plane. Car. Grocery store. Home.
Oh, and the New Year's included Bob. Two o' them. U.K. Bob. And BOB 2: More Rockin Less Talkin.
Last night I watched what used to be one of my favorite episodes of ST:TNG. Man, did it suck. What a letdown. 'Am I going too fast for you?' 'No, I'm going too fast for me.'
In the previously mentioned lucid dream on New Year's Eve night, it happened near the end of a dream starring Riley and Vanessa. I was at Riley's family's house. Then we were in a car going somewhere. In the middle of the car ride, I announced that I had discovered that i was dreaming and that I wasn't in the car but asleep in a stranger's bed in san francisco. Everyone in the car just looked at me as if to say "so what?" Then I didn't wake up. Nor did I have any insight as to where the dream was taking me, so I freaked out and stopped being lucid. Later on, I became lucid again when I was trying to get a lesbian orgy going.
Yeah. I know.
And my co-worker said to me at 9:15 "You look tired." Yeah, probably. But I'm too exhausted to notice. Luckily it's a short work-week and tonight I can sleep again. It was a great whirlwind time, but I'm happy to be back home, even if the apartment is a mess. That's for later.
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so i'm weird
Date: 2002-01-03 11:36 am (UTC)when you find yourself noticing that someone has not been posting
granted, my friends list is very small,
and easily manageable by choice.
but yesterday, after a long break from work,
and therefor the internet,
i was all ready for back posts by you, and there were none.
and now to realize you were in sf. right where i wanted to be at the time
anyway, enough weirdness from my end
lookat me having no point
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Date: 2002-01-03 11:41 am (UTC)are we still on for dinner tonight? you should call the batphone (or, hell, the apartment even) and let us know. alex is joining at some point. probably around 730. ciao.
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Date: 2002-01-03 11:53 am (UTC)We probably didn't react much because lord knows we'd like to be in a stranger's bed in San Francisco. *laugh*
Rayyyyyy.. I done missed you.
Dinner. Tonight. I'm leaving work on time this time and so you should too. Mmmhmmm. Perhaps we should coordinate our commutes. That would be funny.
Anyhoo...I can't wait to see you two.
Arrrr. Mad Piratey Lovin',
Riley
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Date: 2002-01-03 12:55 pm (UTC)Meg's coming by the apt around 7:30. i will try to take a nap before then. maybe now. under the desk.
Re: so i'm weird
Date: 2002-01-03 01:48 pm (UTC)anyway, i'm all flattered that you were looking forward to reading my posts. and sorry you couldn't be with us in SF.