Called Darkside, left a message. When he reached a burnout point in studying, he called back, and we chatted for a while. I told him about some of the shakeups at both workplaces. He invited me to drop by. (Turns out he loathes ginger ale. Next time, I'll play it safe with Dr. Pepper.) He'd been watching the Dragonlance animated movie; we wound up watching Ghost Rider. (Amusing note: turns out Nicholas Cage's tattoo of Ghost Rider had to be removed in post-production for the role. Darkside mentions that sometimes it's weird to think of actors as fanboys.)
(My laptop needs to be taken in to the shop. "For fan service?" Darkside asked. *headdesk*)
The Mythbusters playing James Bond games are hilarious.
I was working on a little frilly bit of crocheting. I still don't know what it's going to be.
I'm still feeling the echoes of what can't be, upon my lips and hands. There's no hope to serve as an anchor now, so it's free-floating. It can be damped down more that way, but there's less control. It's faded to something not excruciating. I will always have a very good friend.
