Downward

[rinue]

I'm having one of those awful days where I feel like some kind of inhuman troll and dwell on everything I've ever misstated or misunderstood and every time somebody has looked at me funny and assume that I'm a terrible person who people find compelling but ultimately horrifying and alien. I've tried going to the cartoon museum and buying myself funny badges, but it hasn't helped. Nor has chocolate cake. I'll be going to a BBC comedy taping in a few minutes (about Blechley Park, no less), which might make a difference, but, really, what I could use right now is my friends.

I know this is stupid, but if you can, please say something nice about me in the comments - some time I helped you out or we had a fun time together. It can be little. Please, nothing clever and backhandedly nice about me being likeable despite something, or being powerful and evil; I couldn't handle it right now.

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[achates.livejournal.com]

Once, right after we first met, you and I were hanging out prior to me going to work that evening. This was when I still worked the night shift at Texaco. We'd gone to Sonic to get some food. I was sitting indian-style on one of the tables, and you were nearby dancing absentmindedly to the music that was being piped in. Just a dumb little dance for the sake of not being still, but I remember smiling at you bemusedly. I remember your own smile as you became a little self concious and asked me why I was chuckling. And y'know, I still remember that night sometimes and laugh to myself.

[rinue.livejournal.com]

I do remember that. It's one of very few times I've ever been to a sonic - it's pretty much then, and a few times with Val when we lived in McKinney. There's not much going on in McKinney, and we were ever ready to exaggerate the novelty and adventure of things like grocery stores, sidewalks, and llamas. Which I kind of miss - not the being in McKinney, but the determination to make McKinney seem grandiose. It's just not as much of a challenge with London. LOL.

The Texaco days were good times. Also: we need to play Scrabble, ideally with Val along to keep words silly and unreasonable.