On my way back from the Willow House, I decided to stop by and see if trystan_laryssa
needed any help with their moving process. They sure did. Evidently I am getting the gift of slightly-better timing. I'd been paranoid that Figment would come by here while I was at the Willow House and find me gone, and evidently he did come by and find me gone, but decided to drop by to see our mutual friends. There they were, in need of help, and there I was. trystan_laryssa
and I had a good old-fashioned girl-talk about almost everything under the sun, and she knows when it is that she's supposed to page me now, at any hour of the day or night.
I was tired and a little hungry and still very sore, so my condition degenerated from Silly Lunatic to full-on incoherent zombie mode fairly rapidly. Ordinarily, the story about Figment eating napkins might not have made me fall on the floor and laugh for five minutes, nor would the reference to Figment and his cans of soup have made me point and laugh quite so much.
But we got the stuff that needed the U-Haul van all moved, and everything else, we can take care of tomorrow with the station wagon configured for hauling. trystan_laryssa
has decided that Figment and I should have been twins, because we started out thinking a lot alike, and our recent getting to know each other better has resulted in us developing hilariously identical mannerisms.
Figment's still worried about me re: recent elephants, and evidently my tired and incoherent state was the cause of some small worry as well. Last night, I went more than slightly off the deep end over the inevitable result of my reaction to the elephants, and since I've gathered a reputation for maintaining some semblance of control (Darkside's one of the few of the current social group who's seen me completely unhinged), that caused definite concern. After getting some ibuprofen, water, and sharing trystan_laryssa
's snack, I re-hinged enough to coherently drive home, but they were worried and I wound up borrowing their roommate's slightly-broken cellphone so I could call them and they could make sure I had gotten home safely.
Fortunately for my being able to Get Away With Stuff, Darkside and Figment have not yet teamed up to go all bondmate/brother teamwork at me. I'm alternately curious and scared as to what they'd wind up doing.