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So yesterday I went straight from work to
I came home to an unhappy
I went over to the Myrrh & JD & cats apartment, and delivered the milk. I went and gave plasma. I called Darkside, and he didn't object to me coming over and smacking him around with a duct tape swords. So that's what we did.
Having a duct tape sword fight directly after giving plasma is not a good plan, I learned. I learned this in stages rather than in a catastrophic event, and Darkside held his own against me.
We wound up sitting down and having a nice long talk. He's the best friend I've ever had, and he's not That Idiot Shawn. He is compassionate and honest, and has always told me the truth. Today while we were sitting down together, he said the right words at the right time so that I now know he's telling the truth to himself.
All told, the sword fighting, the conversation, and the subsequent watching of silly Star Wars fan films all took just over three hours, but it felt like a few lifetimes. Sitting on a gravel lawn is not comfortable. By the time I wound up going home, my teenage Vulcan training had kicked in again.
My internet is still down at home. I went nearly directly to Myrrh & JD's, with a quick stop off for frozen pizza, cherries, and ice cream. I am borrowing some Cox. They went and troubleshot while I was out.
On the bright side, all the random fuckery that life could throw at me now is diminished by crazy factors. Writers group, LJ, and work are all suddenly scaled back in my personal view of things.