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Eventually, this apartment will have all of my things unpacked in it, and I'll be settled in comfortably. Eventually. I'm working on getting further towards there today. So far, I've gotten a large box of clothes completely put away in the closet, plus several other things of lesser note but equal impact. It's getting there. It'll keep getting there as long as I keep bringing in boxes from the balcony and putting them in places where they should go.

The trick is to not stack things in front of the places that things are supposed to be put away in. The closet's all clogged up with the boxes of stuff that were supposed to have been in the cabinets. The kitchen counter can't get its things put away correctly because it needs to be able to be cleared off next week.

Now that I have all the furniture in place, of course, I then realize that I have the desk and the bookshelves swapped for where they should be. The desk should be in the corner with my computer, rather than having perfectly good bookshelves in that place. The bookshelves are less of a private area than a desk is.

FlyLady has moving tips. Too bad I didn't look those up earlier...

Organizing is letting me calm down and get far more functional. Today was not going to be a good day as far as dealing with People was concerned. I used too many of my social interaction spoons at work Saturday-Monday, so when last night hit, and hit without preparation, I was more affected than I thought I'd be.

It started off with me being utterly terrified with the prospect of actually going through with the prospect of getting together with Darkside, after Figment identified the fact that I am attempting to treat Darkside with the same courtesy and privileges that he'd get if he and I were married. You see, I've nearly been married before. I tried to do my best. I've given men unearned privileges before. Despite the fact that Darkside has never abused the trust I've put in him, the chains of association were too strong. I utterly flipped. It took Figment pointing out that Darkside's doing as much work on his side of things to keep up the friendship as I am on mine to calm me down.

After that, things got weird. Imagine me spending time with someone who's enough like me to be called my evil twin. Imagine what the universe has to say about this. Imagine the way that only two people who are enough alike to be twins can come unglued at each other when one reminds the other of something that they weren't thinking about. Add to this the fact that there's another person in the world with my identical definition of "too much information" (that is, we'll share all sorts of weird, scary, and personal things with someone who's close enough), and that we're about an 80% romantic match for each other, and we're both scary-powerful mages now, AND we have all sorts of weird things in our mental attics... Unsurprisingly, chaos and havoc ensued for the next four and a half hours. Time was lost. All sorts of giggling, weeping, and emotions in between were displayed.

We're nuts, but it's a reasonably cute kind of nuts. Though he gets away with being cute a lot more than I do.

We've also definitively established that even though we have a good match, and good chemistry, that nothing's going to happen, long-term, and we're both in it for long-term. That makes things so very much easier. We just have to wait out the power surges, essentially. We've got to get me set up with Darkside, and him set up with someone more appropriate. As good as it clicks now, we know it'll break down, and sooner rather than later. So we're just playing with the bond and seeing where it takes us...

Figment needs to get back into physics. You can just see him light up when he's describing the way he thinks the universe works, or is supposed to work. He can play an accountant very well, but he's not really one at heart. I see it most keenly when he's in a short-sleeved button-down shirt with his tie loose and his glasses askew and his dark wavy hair all over the place and that enthusiastic grin that's twin brother to the Azzgrin on his face. He has that manic glee in the universe that I can't help but associate with the sort of serious geeks I grew up around, the sort that make me light up and feel as smart as they are. I think he needs physics as much as I need Darkside.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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