I’ve opened lines of communication.

I’m leaving for my first day at my new job.

Dig it.

I’m not all right.

I have a great uneasiness that is resting right inside my sternum. This is why it’s safe and comfortable to be alone. This is the challenge of remembering. This is the quest to be me.

To resist over-thinking, over-apologizing, agonizing… to resist the urge to alter my priority set.

To communicate.

I think my erstwhile companion may be feeling abandoned. His name is Sleep and I haven’t seen nearly as much of him over the last two nights as I usually do. I have a feeling that I’ve inexorably spoiled him, as he’s usually my escape from pretty much any problem that I’m having.

I hope he doesn’t get upset that I’ve not been spending 10+ hours a night with him. I’ve just had things to do and fantastic distractions from him. I’ve had friends to console, things to do, and… other stuff. Heh.

A delicate balance must be struck. I can’t put into words how good it is to sleep next to someone. The vocabulary doesn’t exist for how grateful I am for being treated so well in the last couple of days… hell, since we started flirting weeks ago. This feeling of thanks, however, must not overwhelm the confidence in myself that is whole and separate. I must be vigilant in my watch against the foul demon of co-dependence.

I must remember to give a call today, and to contact MEGA Computer Solutions to find out that they’re going to hire me.

Wakefulness began around 7:45 this morning. Well, being out of bed anyway. Not much sleep last night. Maybe three or four hours of drifting in and out. Not bitching, though.

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Yoinked from .

In fact, the night was excellent. The weekend was… full. Friday involved going to the Detroit area for game with Cho Cho. Dug the game, and celebrated my ability to tear people apart verbally. Luckily, it was in game, and didn’t get totally out of control. Now that I look back, I can only shake my head. Sometimes, I guess I do need to lash out.

Saturday was another trip to the Detroit area. was stranded, so I picked him up. My game went well, and is now firmly addicted to LARPing. Re-goddamn-diculous. Good times, though.

Sunday (was it really only yesterday?) was three movies with , , and . Good times, and that dude is NOT a weasel, no matter what sKennedy says. Came home and met up with , , Leslie, and . Hung out for a bit, then went to my place to help with studying Japanese. That was the end of the night, as far as you are all concerned. ;)

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Besides this cold, things are going well. I’m really hoping I get that job with MEGA in Old Town. A hot shower has really helped clean up my sinuses, and hopefully that will last.

Things are going around and around, one of the bigger gears in the machine of my life of cycles has come around again, and I’m glad for it. It brings confusion, drama, and excitement. I love this time of year.

SamHain is quickly approaching, and last years’ lack of Cosmic Bitch Slap will most likely be made up for in spades this year.