Today is going to be difficult. For one reason or another, I don't feel terribly stable. Adding to this is that I've gone to bed between 3-5:30 am every single day for the past three weeks. My body's not happy.
I'm on duty until 2 tonight. 5 hours in which to sit in silence and wrangle errant fratboys. I have four letters to write. To Anna, and to Liz, and two much more difficult letters. I'll probably end up moping over The Prophet.
On the upside, I did see a midnight showing of Harry Potter with my pseudo-family. I call them my pseudo-family because we're all a lot less petty than most of the circles I see around here. Mark and Aster and Rac and my Heatherbean and I (and usually Noble). I wish Paige would hang around a little more. We're like this strange little family unit, coming together for support and sanity. We've even started cooking for one another. It feels feally good to have real friends again, because I don't get to see Anna or Liz but once in a blue moon. Tim showed up last night, and all it took was one, "Chris, what's wrong?" and I was nearly in tears. I have too much goddamn estrogen.
But funny enough... Heather noted slash. She noted Harry/Draco. I laughed my ass off because I really needed to.
The highlight of my day was curling up in Heather's lap and falling asleep while she rubbed my hair. She always knows what I need, and I'm so thankful for her.
But on a thankful front, K is okay. He's in LA, and in one piece.
But other than that, it's just one of those days where you don't want to look at the world. I want to crawl back in bed and just stay there. If only I could stay asleep.
I'm on duty until 2 tonight. 5 hours in which to sit in silence and wrangle errant fratboys. I have four letters to write. To Anna, and to Liz, and two much more difficult letters. I'll probably end up moping over The Prophet.
On the upside, I did see a midnight showing of Harry Potter with my pseudo-family. I call them my pseudo-family because we're all a lot less petty than most of the circles I see around here. Mark and Aster and Rac and my Heatherbean and I (and usually Noble). I wish Paige would hang around a little more. We're like this strange little family unit, coming together for support and sanity. We've even started cooking for one another. It feels feally good to have real friends again, because I don't get to see Anna or Liz but once in a blue moon. Tim showed up last night, and all it took was one, "Chris, what's wrong?" and I was nearly in tears. I have too much goddamn estrogen.
But funny enough... Heather noted slash. She noted Harry/Draco. I laughed my ass off because I really needed to.
The highlight of my day was curling up in Heather's lap and falling asleep while she rubbed my hair. She always knows what I need, and I'm so thankful for her.
But on a thankful front, K is okay. He's in LA, and in one piece.
But other than that, it's just one of those days where you don't want to look at the world. I want to crawl back in bed and just stay there. If only I could stay asleep.
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