Miles to go before I sleep

*yawn* I'm supposed to head down to the City on an early early bus tomorrow. Rather than risk oversleeping here I sit having an all nighter. Whoo!

I completely forgot it was Friday the 13th. I used to friggin love this day. It was one of those days where I would "goth out," and go to school and be all dramatic and crap about how friday the 13ths were cursed. CUUUUUURRRSED. Wow. And this was before I knew what goth was, actually. I had some problems growing up . . .

gossamer_gull and inle_rah popped over this evening bearing crafting supplies for crafts that did not ultimately get worked on and four movies, one of which we actually watched. It had been gawd, at least five or six years since I had last seen Into the Woods, so seeing it again made me very happy, although I know I'm going to be singing the damn songs in my head all the way to New York, so I'd better remember to pack my headphones so I can drown it out in something else - like Hedwig or something Goth. Or I could pull my usual thing and listen to nothing but hardcore techno, as the best environment for listening to such things is careening down a highway at 80mph (yes, those buses speed, don't tell me they don't!)

'tis the season for processing shit, it seems. I had a long two hour discussion with g.g. after the movie about various and sundry. It was long and arduous, but not particularly difficult or angsty, and I came away feeling better about things that I had been thinking about, and a little more clear on other things. This seems to be my evidence gathering week, learning that things aren't horrible after serious conversations, and indeed things can improve afterwards. It's just a matter of getting to the point where a conversation can happen I guess. The conversation did get off to a rocky start, where she mention that she wanted to talk to me about something I had brought up as something that needed to be discussed and at first I reacted totally on reflex, and went into panic mode, not wanting to even address the idea of talking about it yet, but after about five minutes I calmed the hell down, rebooted my brain, apologized to g.g. for taking off her head about it, and we proceeded to have this really good conversation that ultimately was good to finally have. Rock, and thanks for being so patient with me.

Although I would like to take this opportunity to heartily scold the Goddess. Between dealing with the Drama at the Casita Amarilla and Ancient History with harinezumi and the Current Events with gossamer_gull, (sounds like a well balanced courseload) I've managed to pack a semester's worth of practice letting stuff out into about a week. Never knew that rattling my mouth and in some cases computer keys at warp speed could be so exhausting. All I had to do was say that I felt ready to deal with a slow trickle of personal stuff and of course the Perverse Bitch gives me a deluge. Sheesh.

Have to go find some other method of keeping myself awake for several more hours...

gang aft agley

Well, so much for taking the first bus out. I was up so late that I have some dim memory of reaching out to whack the alarm clock at six am and becuase I had hit the wrong button, it didn't go off again so I didn't wind up waking up until 7:20. which is the precise time the first bus leaves outta Girl Land. Feh. :)

man I'm sleepy.