11 posts tagged “friends”
I'd planned on giving this thing some attention on the 16th, as that would have been three months (Oi.) since I actually wrote in here. Unfortunately the 16th came and went in a flurry of Wii playing, snow, and God knows what else. Work, probably. I put in some overtime (well, over my scheduled time--I came in at just under 40 hours for the week) at the end of the week because they needed some stuff done, and for whatever reason when I hit 40 hours a week the odds of me writing in here decrease dramatically, rather like they did in November. Probably has something to do with the fact that I'm sleeping until the last possible minute, hurrying off to work, then coming back and crashing as soon as I can so I can get the most rest possible to get ready for another full day of work. And weekends were really all about laundry, dishes, and just trying to deflect the craziness of the week past and the coming week as well.
So anyway. Yeah. I guess there really isn't any particular need to apologize, but of course I still feel apologetic.
Life has been more or less ordinary for me, but for whatever reason I missed all the snow-flying months, so perhaps that's a little to blame as well. There's still the occasional chance of flurries on the radar, but after the drenching rain we've been getting since last night just after I clocked out at work, I think we're moving more-or-less smoothly into springtime, which is definitely foryay. Sunshine and warmth will be most lovely to see again, I think.
It occurs to me that I probably can't even possibly log everything that I've read over the past three months, but of course I'll give it a try. Some things stood out, like P.D. James' Children of Men, and Christopher Moore's You Suck (for which I had to read Bloodsucking Fiends to keep up), as well as getting through Terry Pratchett's Tiffany Aching books. One that I've been trying to get myself into lately is a book called The Dark Mirror, but I've had it out of work for a week and managed to only hack out about a hundred pages or so. I want to read it, but it just hasn't grabbed me yet.
Stephen King's Dark Tower books are getting a comic series to match, but it turns out that my bookstore won't be carrying them. Le sigh. I was actually kind of looking forward to a comic book that I was really interested in.
I interviewed for an administrative assistant position a couple of weeks ago. Apparently it didn't go so well, despite my interview which seemed rather promising. I suppose we can't always get what we want, but boy would I like to get out of the bookstore. It's not so much any one thing in particular that I'm tired of so much as I'm just tired. This time of year the schedule's awfully lean, and we really could use a bit more money (who couldn't?) but I'm really hesitant to go to, say, Evan's job, which he really doesn't like but makes decent money--enough money, in fact, that he ends up kind of stuck unless he wants to downgrade his income--something we can't afford right now. Meh.
The real impetus for this post was realizing that my totally anti-social best friend, J, is now maintaining a journal. It's a writing journal, and she doesn't have much of the kind of personal posting that I'm much more apt to be making, but there's no reason that I can't do this if she can. So I'm hoping to get this thing moving again, because I think it really is a part of my life that I want to continue. Just not when I work a lot. Or when it snows. Ahem.
Anyway. It's good to be back (I hope), and here's to keeping on keeping on.
This week, weather-wise, has been one of the absolute worst in recent memory. Foggy and misty the first two days of the week, and soggy and rainy the next two as well. I don't get depressed (much) by grey, snowy days, but rain just absolutely kills me. Especially when it's been coming down in one form or another, on-and-off, for the last 80-ish hours. Yuck.
I had no desire to wake up this morning--but faced with the pouring rain (again), and the prospect of another day stuck at the front of the store, hoping that someone will remember to give me a break soon, without a chance of actually getting to do something different for a change, who would be? Yesterday was pretty much nonstop, given the amount of product I had to unpack, unwrap, and merchandise. After work I caught the bus to J's apartment. The driver was a talker, meaning that while I would much rather sink into the seat and ride around in the dark listening to my music, instead I had to turn the volume down and maintain an unpredictable but more or less constant stream of small talk until someone else got on the bus for the driver to talk to. I suppose, though, that too friendly is better than some of the surlier types I've dealt with as drivers who seem like they really aren't suited to the job at all.
Last night we were all expected at a gathering of a club we used to be in when we lived on campus, because one of our friends and founders of the group is leaving town to move closer to his girlfriend. The company wasn't what I normally keep (though to be fair, I don't keep much at all) and J and I ended up spending a couple hours in the corner, playing rummy because she didn't really fit in either. Ah, well. I really wasn't all that disappointed that I wasn't forced to socialize with people I don't relate to. I can do it if I have to, if it's important, but it really wasn't.
Surprisingly, I have been reading a bit more lately. What's strange is that I've been doing it in a way that's most unlike me--I have three or four things that I've read partially, and few that I've finished. It kind of sucks, but I guess with the smaller amount of time I've been spending at work in the evening, it's to be expected. Thanks to a couple girls at work who live nearby here and almost always work dayshift between the two of them, I've been having rides home. This is awesome, as I actually get stuff done sometimes now before Evan gets home. But anyway, as far as the books go, I'll go ahead and add them onto my list here, because I'm not sure when I'll finish them and get a chance to really talk about them.
That's probably enough of an entry for now, though I'll try to put down some more later. Lots to talk about, really. It's the follow-through that gets problematic.
Wow. I just suck. Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
Sorry, guys.
Christmas in retail is crap. I feel like I haven't gotten to spend any time with my friends lately, not the online ones, anyway. Thankfully (ha) after next week, I'll have one more night where I won't be doing anything specific, so maybe I'll have a little more time for all this again. Maybe not, but a girl can dream.
Next week a friend of mine (And J's, and Evan's) is having a little to-do to celebrate his leaving town. He's getting the hell out of Morgantown and moving to live closer to his girl, in Missouri. I really hope things work out for them, but in light of the recent news that another friend and his fiancee have called it quits, I'm going to admit to a little worry on this one. The fact that he's been able to change enough to maintain a relationship this long is impressive, so hopefully they'll continue along that path. Alternatively, if they don't, at least let him learn what he needs to learn from the relationship and then not dwell on it for the rest of eternity. He's taking a big risk and I'm happy about that. I'd hate to see it turn out to be pretty useless.
In completely different news, it appears that just as our cell-phone contract is running out and as we're about to receive our deposit refund, both of our phones are suffering from issues. Evan's phone seems to have had complete loss of microphone function. Mine is developing a crack in the hinge, and the front faceplate (when the phone is closed) is a little bit loose. Not loose enough that I can tell what's wrong and try to snap it back, but just loose enough that dust is getting down on the little LCD screen. Ugh. In light of the fact that I really desire very little for Christmas, however, I'll probably settle on calling that a Christmas present.
I'm just not big on the gifts for myself these days, I guess. If someone sees something neat, thinks of me, and feels like I should have it, I'm not going to complain, but long gone are the days of keeping a mental list all year so that I can spout off a list of my desires come December. When asked what I want, my mind always drifts immediately to "What do I need?" and usually I respond from there. Right now, other than money, I really don't need anything.
I'd like a round-trip plane ticket to and hotel stay in San Francisco. Somehow I don't think this one is quite so reasonable. At least, not for and certainly not by Christmas (though I do have that week of vacation coming up in January...). On a random internet travel search, that one's going to go for around $800 if I pick my cheapest options. So, yeah. No.
As far as other luxuries in life, I already have a digital camera, an iPod, a computer that (mostly) still works, a PS2, a GameCube, at least two or three DVD players, a bunch of movies I never have time to watch, and a whole host of other things I'm lucky to have.
I really don't need more. So since I do need a new cell phone, that will be my requested Christmas present from the boy. I'm not going to say no to the cool stuff my friends usually find and give to me, but I'm going to devote more of my energy to finding the perfect things for them instead of the perfect things for me.
Today is Friday. I have the weekend off--I think that, most likely, the fact that I worked last Saturday and had my parents over on Sunday is why I feel like I haven't spent any time with my friends on here lately. That will be resolved this weekend, though I'm pretty sure the 'rents are going to drop by again. They'll come bearing food and/or furniture, however, so it could be worse. Mom actually wants to see Stranger than Fiction, which surprises me, but I'm not going to deny a free movie ticket, especially since I want to see it as well.
Speaking of dreams, I had a rather interesting one this morning before the cat-alarm woke me up. I was with a group of friends and we were touring luxury cars and luxury boats. I suspect this spin-off came from a comment I made as we caught the tail end of last night's Smallville (waiting for Supernatural), regarding Lex Luthor and living on a yacht. Anyway, the boats in my dream were the most fantastic things, bigger than houses on the inside without being so on the outside, and full of beautiful kitchens and living spaces but also containing great gaming areas, mini-movie-theaters, and that sort of thing. It was a cool dream.
I suppose I'm going to wrap this up for now, though it feels like I have so much more to add. I suppose that's what I get for not writing in here for a week and then having so much to cover to get back up to date. I guess it really doesn't matter--not very many people reading here anyway, so this is mostly for my own edification. Sometimes it feels nice just to get it all out there on the page and out of my head and hands.
So, yeah. Feeling a bit lonely, hating that I've been lacking time lately, and missing everyone a bunch. Hopefully I can resolve that this weekend. I know I certainly want to try. And maybe I'll get to write about the books I've read recently, too.
So, my husband, my best friend, and one of our friends from high school decided to get together this weekend and carve pumpkins. Here are the results of the carving get-together.
My design, for what it's worth, was completely freehanded both in a smaller planning sketch and once I applied the larger version, to scale, to the pumpkin. My hands are really sore, but it was a lot of fun. ^^
Another quiet morning, sunshine filtering through the living room blinds. I'm sure Mom's still freaked out that we haven't put curtains up, but for some reason I like it that way. I might also like it with curtains, but shopping for them is more effort than I feel like mustering, for some reason.
Was forcefully awakened by my favorite feline, who felt the need to communicate her desire for fresh crunchy food at about 7:45. She woke me up out of a dream that I have, of course, since forgotten.
We stayed up pretty late (for us) last night, having a friend over in the evening. We watched a couple episodes of Supernatural, which she introduced me to because I got her stuck on Lost. So far I'm really liking it, though the water-spirit death by drowning episode wasn't the best one for someone who at best, mildly dislikes water and at worst is afraid of it to the point of unreason.
It's so foggy outside right now that all I can see is the edge of our car, the silhouette of the tree and bush outside, and a bright yellow glowing mist. Very pretty.
I'm actually still kind of sleepy, but I wanted to do a bit of writing here, and also mention that the RP I got last night made me very happy indeed. Yay.
Back to bed with me, I think.
What's the last thing you crafted, constructed or created yourself?
Actually... today at work, one of my managers, D, came in to buy a present for his friend's daughter because it was her birthday. He bought the book and some tissue paper. I looked up at him, eyebrow arched. "You can't just wrap it in tissue paper, D!" He looked skeptical. "Well, you can't." "You do it," he challenged, not knowing of my predilection for wrapping arts. So I did. And made a damn spiffy bow out of the leftover tissue paper, too. So, yesh. In that way, I am crafty. Tomorrow I have to wrap a little thank-you gift for my mother-in-law for letting us stay at her house. And Christmas is well on the way, which only puts me even more in the wrapping mood, yay.
Tonight turned out really well. Evan and I went to dinner and shopping with J, in which we returned her PS2 games and got our wedding picture CD back to take to his home this weekend. We also got our "anniversary" (five years since we met/started dating) gifts today. I picked up the newly-released Llewellyn Tarot that came with deck, bag, and book, and he got Disgaea 2. Too bad we won't be able to do much with either all weekend. Ah, well.
Next week I have such a lovely schedule--two days off right in the middle of the week. Woo. So I'm sure we'll both get use out of them in good time.
Today at work was pretty good, and apparently they were going to let me do shipment instead of register again, but then the guy who would have had to take register started complaining. Meh. But I did all right and the day wasn't too terribly obnoxious.
Xenocide came in on the truck this week (though I had to go through the MM trays to find it today) and I just finished Shadow of the Giant, so I've started in on it as well now. So far, so good. I'm glad to be back on the Ender story, though the Bean plotline was interesting, too.
Tonight I'll be staying up as late as I can, and then getting up in the morning to pack while Evan puts in a short day at work, as he didn't have quite enough PTO to get the whole day off.
Anyway, I might update again in the morning. Until then~
Apologies to anyone out there who's actually listening, as it were.
Life lately has been pretty much the same routine we've come to expect, with very little sticking out and demanding to be made note of. Get up at 7:30, leave at 8:30, work until 5, stay at work until 7, come home, make dinner, go to bed and do it all over again. There's really no point in making a post every day that says that.
Last night I fell asleep with my head in Evan's lap as we watched Law & Order. Much to my chagrin, we've both become fans of the show, even in spite of the negative associations I have based on an ex who was in love with it as well. I had withdrawn from internet-ly things early because I had a headache, and once I got comfortable it seemed natural enough to fall asleep. At some point Evan went to bed, and eventually I woke up on the couch and dragged myself in there as well. This resulted in more sleep than I usually get, which is good, I guess. And the headache seems to finally have subsided.
I was dreaming that I was working in a restaurant when I woke up--basically, something I've sworn up and down I would never do. I'd then compromised that point by taking a non-waitstaff job at this place, but then my boss (who turned out to be my grandmother) decided I should be crosstrained. She was a very demanding customer, and I kind of failed miserably as I didn't know where anything was in the kitchen there. I know there was more to that dream but it's all too fuzzy now, and was already interrupted by my morning cat wakeup call.
I've got a short work week this time around, which is nice, save for the fact that I only had one day off between last week and this. But I only have two days after today, and Friday off. At some point in these next two days, Evan and I need to do laundry. Friday morning I pack while Evan puts in a half day at work. Then we load up the car, drop the cat off at my parents' house, and head to Evan's hometown, about four hours away from here. I think I've probably mentioned before that his mom's getting married.
Well, this is the weekend--also being the weekend of the five-year anniversary of our first meeting and when we started dating. That particular day is Saturday, the day of the wedding, and we'll be going out to dinner with the rest of the guests (more of his family that I've yet to meet and he hasn't seen in years, so fun), so I guess that's something. I had been planning for us to go to dinner at the local little Japanese restaurant that we've always gone to for special occasions like Valentine's Day and anniversaries (and also where he proposed--we haven't been back since then, actually), but we'll have to do it another time.
We've worked extra and saved up some money for this coming weekend, so I'm trying to figure out what I might get him as a little sort of gift, but I really don't know. It's entirely possible that I'll end up asking him, even though I hate doing that.
The other notable thing about last night was that I just felt really really good. All of my close friends and loved ones had at least fairly good days, and it made me feel happy. So that was nice.
I guess that's about all for now. I'd like to at least get in one or two more posts before I go, but the QotD prompts lately have been descending into levels of blah yet unseen, and other than that there's not always something I feel like writing about. So we'll see. If nothing else, pictures of this weekend will possibly be forthcoming after that whole shebang.
Until next time~
The past couple days have been very illuminating for me. Some random thoughts that stumbled across my mind while I was at work turned into several significant conversations that really intrigue me.
While, given my past situations with S, I fully had considered myself to be polyamorous before, for some reason I hadn't attached that designation to the state of the relationships I find myself in now. Those relationship are certainly more than committed friendships, and through the rather obvious definition of "loving more than one," I finally got things through my thick head. I'm still living a fairly poly lifestyle--it's just that now my primary, committed partner, my husband, isn't part of the equation. Duh, Mira. But hey, I'm allowed a few slips from time to time, right? Right.
This, consequently, led me to an even more interesting thought regarding N, who was, I realize now, my first serious attempt at maintaining this sort of lifestyle. He was the first person I had really and truly not only fell in love with, but felt a serious attraction to aside from my now-husband, who I had still been with for quite some time. There had been other instances where people had wanted me to be in a more serious relationship with them, but that was before I was really feeling safe with that sort of thing. I suppose it's fair to say that Evan and I had a strong enough relationship by then that I was ready to try again, whether I realized it in such obvious terms, or not.
Of course, given the way that things went with N, I can see now that I just didn't handle it well. The primary things about being in such a relationship include being open and honest and finding out where everyone is comfortable going, and where they aren't. I pretty much didn't do any of that, and got myself in a good deal of trouble. As I told N last night, "I done fucked up good."
Now that I realized that, the solution to my current problem: what if any of the people I feel particularly close to come to visit me? Secondarily, my concern is how much affection I can give them even over the limited media we have to communicate without upsetting Evan. So I screwed up the courage to talk to him about it. With N, before, there was no way he could have really understood, but since we both loved S, he has a bit better concept of how loving more than one person doesn't have to diminish anything.
Time is finite. Energy is finite. Love, however, is not.
I have as much love to give as I can find people to love. If only there were more hours in the day, because Heaven knows right now I don't have nearly as much time as I'd like to spend with everyone.
We do not feel that we can't love our families any longer just because we have a boyfriend, girlfriend, partner, husband, or wife--at least, not usually. Society has taught us that those kinds of love are different, and as such, we have no problems allowing ourselves to have multiple loving relationships in this way.
Why not continue this trend? I realized even after a few "normal" relationships back in high school that the way I love each romantic partner is different. While there remain similarities to other relationships in new ones, each person is unique, and as such, so are my feelings for them, when compared to my feelings for any other person that I care about.
The implication of this, for me, is the state of polyamory (or, if you will, polyromance) that I find myself living. If I can love my husband and my mother, why not also love a friend, a girlfriend, or a boyfriend or two? We only see this arrangement as awkward or unacceptable because we have learned that it is so. For some reason (jealousy?) the general opinion seems to be that these alternatives are unsuitable.
I tend to suggest that jealousy is the root of the motivation to compartmentalize and limit our loving relationships. After all, as I have acknowledged, while love may not be finite, time and energy certainly are. It goes to follow that it's easy enough to reason that time spent together is a recognition and faciltation of love. This much I can agree with. But furthering this, many might say that when one ceases to spend as much time with a love, that that love becomes less. Not so. It is, however, a matter of security.
If we can be as secure about loving our family and simultaneously loving our significant other(s), then why not learn and help them understand that adding another love is equally as threatening--which is to say, not at all, at least under optimal conditions.
Of course, there are always exceptions, and unless your "base" relationship is stable, I imagine things like this are easier said than done. I'm fortunate enough to have a husband who knows what it's like to love me with all his heart and still be completely in love with another woman (S), so it's not as difficult for me to explain it to him. We have the policy of talking about everything, sharing our thoughts and feelings, and working things out to whatever ends necessary. The stability I know with him is what allows me to love others wholeheartedly.
Another notion that strikes me about the ease that I have in loving others is that, in my mind, eventually they are going to find a more traditional romance and move on. It's happened to me a couple times already, and once I got over the one who can't even talk to me anymore (long story there, but needless to say, the girl is very insecure), it kind of became understandable. I know that I'm able to love them wholly and completely, perhaps even more so, because there is no fear of loss--it's almost implicit in the relationship, at least as far as romance goes. I don't have some fatalistic assumption that most of them are going to turn out like the one, and I presume that a great friendship will still remain, even when I'm not allowed to snuggle on them any longer.
Why do my close relationships evolve this way? I really don't know. What I do know, however, is this post (which is two days in the making, at least), has had enough on the subject for now. There's more on my mind, so I'll probably add another entry on the subject at this point. But for now, this'll do. Comments and questions are, as always, appreciated, as long as they are posed respectfully and intelligently.
Last night (or rather, this morning, as I'm fairly certain most of them happened after, say, 4am) was an interesting one, dreamwise.
Of course everything gets hazy once you woke up, and the cat was fairly insistent this morning, but I managed to ignore her, more or less, anyway. There were a few different scenes, but the most memorable was running around inside this building (library?) in order to visit a friend. It was set up like a video game, almost, where we could go the long way or the short way, but the shortcut involved pushing this panel that was hidden behind some fake bushes. Then you had to run either left or right (it alternated between pushes) and up some stairs, then down the other side. If you went the wrong direction, you ended up in front of the panel again. There were actually two friends there, I think--a girl I graduated high school with, and a friend from my Japanese class. The high school friend was decorating her room with the weirdest shit--which was completely normal for her.
Also, I apparently went to England. I don't know if that part up there was after England (I think it was, oddly enough), or if I'm joining together two dreams that happened on either side of the cat shrieking at me to wake up and feed her. I remember walking around with someone as my guide and watching the traffic patterns and talking to people. There was some sort of special thing going on that Friday night and my host's friends wanted to take her out that night, and asked me if it was okay. I said yes, even though I'd already privately made some plans for that night.
Evan was around in some of them, but the only scene I really remember was one where my parents completely ignored us to talk with their next-door neighbors. I was suspicious that they were having sex with them because I couldn't think of any other reason that they would actually associate with anyone else, especially when we were around. Self-centered as that may seem, you have to understand that my mom makes friends with just about no one.
Anyway.
That's about all I remember, but it was nice to get enough sleep to be having dreams when I woke up, so I could remember them.
Yesterday was interesting. Morning was spent running around in a panic along with everyone else because we were informed that our company's Vice President of Operations was coming to visit our store. He's visited us before, about six months ago, along with a bunch of other big names from the company, from our district leader on up (though the company president didn't show, as we were led to believe), and was apparently quite impressed. So he'd asked to come back again.
This led to all of us running around like crazy trying to do fifteen things at once to get things ready. For my part, I had to herd about six different varieties on this idea (Teh Ugly) back into their respective trays, because they don't easily stay there on their own. Also, of course, general tidying up, making sure things were placed where they were supposed to be, and fixing our journals displays so that they didn't look like utter shit. Same thing for all of our pens. Normally, they wouldn't have been bad enough to worry about, but come on? VP of Ops? You better bet my ass was on the line, especially because the one thing they found to complain about last time was some of the stuff that's my responsibility.
The thing is, though, while everyone else was exhausted by all the pressure and trying to live up to it, I was completely relishing it. I work best with some big godawful event hanging over my head--and I blame high school, and that teacher that I mentioned a while back (The EBMoD? Her.) because we always did the essays she assigned us at lunch and rarely earlier, and I learned how to function best under pressure. And now I'm a terrible procrastinator. But back to the story!
Of course, in the midst of all this, our shipment came, and not only was it big, but it was stacked badly and a lot of things had fallen off the tops of the pallets, which had to be picked up and re-packed before they could even take the stuff off the truck. Then three or four more deliveries of various other things came while my manager was trying to get the cafe supplies unpacked (because one thing that they were really impressed with was how good our cafe backroom looked, I suppose).
Finally, around noon (which came faster than I could have possibly thought it would), our store manager called from the district meeting and said Mr. VP-man had a change in plans, and would now be visiting at a later date, "sometime between now and Christmas." So we all relaxed a bit.
D, the manager who isn't the one who left but is now pretty much my favorite (not just because of this!) bought us yummy blended coffee-chocolate drinks from the cafe as a pick-me-up, and I didn't get lunch until 1:30, but I didn't really care. This, in turn, made the rest of my day really, really short. Which rocked.
The rest of my day at work (working or otherwise waiting for Evan) was spent reading Ender's Game, which is one of those things everyone says to read but I had never gotten around to doing. One of my co-workers mentioned it when I whined about what to read, and I finished it right as Evan came to pick me up from work. Mira most wholeheartedly approves, and is deciding now whether to pick up the rest of the series until something else catches her eye.
The ending, of course, was just as "Holy crap, did that just happen?" as it was supposed to be, and despite what Card admits to being fairly un-sophisticated writing, I really liked it. It was a quick read with a good payoff, and sometimes that's exactly what we need, I think.
Also, and I'm sure he'll be pleased to note the garnering of another mention here, things with N are really looking up. We had a good long talk last night and sorted a few things out that had been bothering him (I hadn't realized! Bad Mira!) and got things on more of an even keel between us, I think. It's still coming along, but I dare to say that it's going well so far. So here's hoping, eh?
Finally, before I sign off of here and actually start getting ready for my day, let me whine about the fact that the manager that no one likes is opening today. Boo. I strongly suspect today will be a lot longer and less enjoyable than yesterday. Ugh.
Until next time~
And so we come to the end of another period of not-working, in which I didn't update nearly as much as I would have liked to. Alas, there were other things that I also wanted to/should have done that I didn't. Such is life.
It's been an interesting "weekend." Most developments have come in the realm of RP or other Aeon-related matters, so I'll touch on those here for a moment.
My gypsy and her bardy love have finally gotten their acts together. Hurrah! After a series of nightmares, she had managed to catch his attention. They were both sufficiently frightened and disturbed, and thus clung to each other for support in a time of trial. Everyone say 'aww.' Mira is, needless to say, very pleased with how things are going, even if Claire is shameless enough to get the poor boy drunk and make him play games with her. Hee.
In other RP news, the town where my other primary character's husband lived (and where she spent a small amount of time with him before the war got into full swing) was the setting for a terrorist attack of late. Their house is completely gone, and our most recent scene involved them clearing out the dead bodies from the church, where all of the men of the town had been gathered and then systematically slaughtered. Fun!
Despite my dislike of war-type plots, this one's certainly interesting. I just hope that we can manage to bring it to some sort of appropriate conclusion instead of letting things get silly. Also, an end to it would be nice. Eventually. God knows that Claire and Spec don't really want to have anything to do with it, and I'd much rather they had the chance to stay out of it myself.
In other vaguely Aeon-related news, I think I'm on the verge of re-establishing friendship with N, who I think I've mentioned before in my 'red threads' post. So perhaps that bond is not severed as permanently as I once thought. I'm venturing into this with a good deal of reservations, however, and not without the backup of friends and loved ones who have faith in this decision. I'm still not sure, but I'm willing to at least give him a chance, I guess. It's rough going yet, but I'm hoping for the best. We'll see.
I'm tired now. Going to finish up this RP and head to bed.
