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I got out of work at 7:30, and got snagged home with trystan_laryssa, which was fun. We discussed the difference between id/ego/superego and demon/human/god. Oddness occurred; I shall have to discuss it with both Figment and Darkside.

When I finally got back home at 11:30, I wound up shuffling stuff in the apartment. I don't work well unless there's someone around to chatter with while I'm working. I moved the printer, moved things off the new shelves, moved things off the old plastic shelves preparatory to moving them, moved the box with the futon frame in it over to the living room area, moved the old plastic shelves and reloaded them, moved the wooden shelves in and stacked the plastic drawers on top of them, moved the umbrella stand and the mop-and-broom bucket, and maybe, just maybe, this place is starting to look like a place where I'm living instead of just staying.

trystan_laryssa says it looks like a college dorm room.

I think it might be starting to look like home. It just wants more shelves, more bookshelves, less clutter, and those blasted cabinets re-installed. (You have to re-install after certain kinds of crashes.)
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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