Good days, bad days: azurelunatic

It was a day. Figment called, then came over to soak in the hot tub. We got to talking about stuff, and it turned out that a lot of weird stuff came up in discussion. This included, but was not limited to: ways to destroy the world, how to get rid of allergies, universe-hopping, mind-mapping, clergy functions, and Darkside. I wound up bawling over some of the stuff that's been stressing me out, and felt better for it afterward. I was blessed. I find it interesting that he chose the blessing of strength for me. I pledged mine to him in return, but perhaps so quietly that he only felt it rather than heard it with his ears.

It seems that I have a very scary strength of will, especially after the power boost.
It seems that I love him, he loves me, and my heart entire is still already given elsewhere. And this is as it should be. It was given before I met him, and it remains given and steadfast.

Monogamy is for the birds. Were all parties involved agreeable, I should like to be married to all three bondmates of mine. This would probably solve some troubles. However, it's probably not to be, and Bondmate #3 looks to have someone better-suited just around the corner, if indications are what I think they are.

I can't let myself hate. Hatred clogs up my heart and will kill me, quickly rather than slowly. I learned this long ago. Why did I forget?

That being as it is, I need to schedule some conferences with some allies, and then some discussions with some people. The latter discussions should involve a Nerf cluebat, or similar item, to be employed as fitting about the head and shoulders of some people in need of severe clue (and probably absolution). Whacks from the Cluebat, I can give. Absolution, I cannot. Not under these circumstances. But I might be able to manage forgiveness, if

garnetdagger helps.

Good days, bad days

Home, minus uterus

Enough

You might have succeeded in changing me / I might have been turned around