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All it takes is one mail from a friend setting up plans for today to make me regret visiting Waterville, even for a day. I hate sending out "Oops, I find myself three hours north of civilization once again, sorry" mail.
This place is death. It was fine for me to come here and dine with parents and play Cribbage with Ricky and see Sue and pat Major yesterday, but I should have left again after dinner. There is nothing for me here, nothing at all. On my drive up, I at least once laughed out loud, spontaneously, just thinking of all the friends I have around Boston. The smallest reminder that I've physically exited this network brings me real pain and throws me into confusion. Why would I do such a thing to myself? Melodramatic and true. I think I will phone people and then drive south forthwith.
Re: mushy I have fallen out of what ever frame of mind I inhabited when writing previous entry. This was assisted by LJers pawing at me in meatspace on Wednesday for more details, yum yum yum. I love them, and yet, those in the room would could see auras could no doubt see the cheezy CG effect of overlapping armor plates dropping clack-clack-clack over my psyche like with the Batmobile.
This is not to say that taking inventory of all the strange goings-on, and how my past fits into them, wouldn't be a good thing. But I really do need to write for myself first, and then we'll see about issuing the press releases and whatnot.
This place is death. It was fine for me to come here and dine with parents and play Cribbage with Ricky and see Sue and pat Major yesterday, but I should have left again after dinner. There is nothing for me here, nothing at all. On my drive up, I at least once laughed out loud, spontaneously, just thinking of all the friends I have around Boston. The smallest reminder that I've physically exited this network brings me real pain and throws me into confusion. Why would I do such a thing to myself? Melodramatic and true. I think I will phone people and then drive south forthwith.
Re: mushy I have fallen out of what ever frame of mind I inhabited when writing previous entry. This was assisted by LJers pawing at me in meatspace on Wednesday for more details, yum yum yum. I love them, and yet, those in the room would could see auras could no doubt see the cheezy CG effect of overlapping armor plates dropping clack-clack-clack over my psyche like with the Batmobile.
This is not to say that taking inventory of all the strange goings-on, and how my past fits into them, wouldn't be a good thing. But I really do need to write for myself first, and then we'll see about issuing the press releases and whatnot.