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Oct. 7th, 2002 07:53 pmYes, this is me, back in NYC for three big days before going to what promises to be a very annoying wedding. And THEN I'll be here til Xmas. Whirl of gaiety (pun intended) is officially over.
So I'm sure I'll be a little sad for a few days, because I do love my friend D so, so much, and I hate that he is an entire continent away, when he used to be just a few neighborhoods to the south of me. I'm glad that he's happier there now than he was this time last year, but he'll be there longer than we thought and I miss him so. He was the one I would hang out with on weekends, see all the time, bring to stuff, and he hasn't lived here for eighteen months and it doesn't hurt any less and just . . . wibble.
Saturday on the beach I ended up telling D just what I was writing furiously in his den all week, what I had been furiously writing all year, and as I expected, he wasn't very happy about it, which is why I hadn't told him before. He'll get over it, he's like this about almost everything anyone does because he can be incredibly judgemental. I've learned to mostly ignore it. I think it will be quite a while before he reads any of the stuff (if ever).
On the other hand, even though he didn't react very well when I told him he knows now what I've been up to so I can talk to him about it. It's been really tough not being able to talk to him at all about something that takes up so much of my free time and energy--we would talk on the phone and I wouldn't really have much to say. So at least all that is over with.
Oh, and Depeche Mode is on the radio now, and he loved them in high school so they always remind me of him . . . double wibble.
In other news: C finished PS/SS and is starting the second book! We love C!
So I'm sure I'll be a little sad for a few days, because I do love my friend D so, so much, and I hate that he is an entire continent away, when he used to be just a few neighborhoods to the south of me. I'm glad that he's happier there now than he was this time last year, but he'll be there longer than we thought and I miss him so. He was the one I would hang out with on weekends, see all the time, bring to stuff, and he hasn't lived here for eighteen months and it doesn't hurt any less and just . . . wibble.
Saturday on the beach I ended up telling D just what I was writing furiously in his den all week, what I had been furiously writing all year, and as I expected, he wasn't very happy about it, which is why I hadn't told him before. He'll get over it, he's like this about almost everything anyone does because he can be incredibly judgemental. I've learned to mostly ignore it. I think it will be quite a while before he reads any of the stuff (if ever).
On the other hand, even though he didn't react very well when I told him he knows now what I've been up to so I can talk to him about it. It's been really tough not being able to talk to him at all about something that takes up so much of my free time and energy--we would talk on the phone and I wouldn't really have much to say. So at least all that is over with.
Oh, and Depeche Mode is on the radio now, and he loved them in high school so they always remind me of him . . . double wibble.
In other news: C finished PS/SS and is starting the second book! We love C!
