December 28th, 2001

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Work, etc.

Had a long day. Worked. Not sure what entirely I did there, except ... oh yeah.

Thought I was going to barf for a while. Spent a good eighteen minutes in the bathroom staring at the toilet, wondering if I was going to have to go home.

Didn't puke. Felt lousy, though. Took a mini-nap. Took one of my fifteen-minute breaks with dinner. Dinner with Motley and the other chick. Fun.
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Lightsaber.

This is going to be a grouchy and depressing post. Grouchy and depressed.

Collapse ) if my emotional immune system were healthier I'd be rejoicing.

I'm not rejoicing. I'm sitting up at my computer, grumpier than hell, trying to think of Darkside, trying to keep an image of his face in my mind.

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Shredded. Torn. No Darkside. I can't feel him in my head anymore.
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Slumber Party

That's what it wound up being, with a lot of giggling and gossiping. Life stories were exchanged, and a good time was had by most, me halfway included.

I was reaching for Darkside with my mind, and half the time could only find Adam.
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Midnight

Apparently I cried in my sleep last night. When Sabrina came over to comfort me and see what was the matter, I said, "I can't find him!" meaning Darkside.

When I did finally find him, apparently I said "I love you I love you I love you I love you."

...I thought I didn't cry over him anymore.