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Social Time

I wound up IMing trystan_laryssa and chatting with her about some rather crucial stuff. I was feeling some certainty then, but I'm not feeling so much certainty now; it's one of those odd things, and I need a nice long talk with Darkside as soon as possible to help me sort through the mess.

I wound up hopping the bus over there to hang out for a bit. I left a message on Figment's machine before I left; he got right back to it and left a message on mine, then wound up over there before I got there. (trystan_laryssa said she'd heard the knock on the door, was expecting me, and found him out there.)

On my way out, trystan_laryssa told me, "Be safe!" When I was waiting at the bus stop, a guy pulled over and asked me for directions. He then offered me a ride. Mindful of that admonishment of hers, I declined. He offered it again, saying that he wasn't creepy [or some equivalent]. I declined, and indicated my waiting-for-the-bus status. He drove off.

There was much girl-talk and fun. Loren was there. Loren is still feeling absolutely dreadful.

Figment was very, very cute. People who have only seen Figment at work would not expect him to be that flirtatious, let alone that flirtatious with someone who's Taken. Figment should have a warning label.

I wound up getting dropped back off here an hour ago, having had far too much fun and far too much unfair tickling at the dagger-like fingernails of trystan_laryssa. Figment did not rescue me; he told me I should rescue myself.

I'll need to do laundry before I head out in the afternoon, because I'm down to nothing.
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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