Stupid T--it took me an hour and fifteen minutes to get home from Central Square last night
I'm hearing different things about what happened over the cube dividers where I'm working onsite this month -- latest was that someone (homeless person? office worker looking for a private place?) started a fire with an errant cigarette under the Longfellow Bridge that halted all the train traffic. What's kind of weird to me, is that I biked home from West End over the bridge about the time this was happening and noticed nothing out-of-the-ordinary except that I was dodging fewer cars and pedestrians at the MGH clusterf***. I guess I didn't get the memo (or the cops hadn't gotten around to blocking off Cambridge Street by the time I came through). I did notice more than the usual amount of people on the sidewalks around bus-stops, but just figured that it was such a nice spring day that people opted to be above-ground.
I'm pretty worried about Ronan right now.
I'm sorry that he's having a crisis. He (and Ronnie, I guess) couldn't have picked a better human for him to have it with, though. I hope that all goes well (at least, with answers) on Tuesday. Please let me know if there's anything that I can do.
I have Black Francine dreams from time to time, still. Often, it's in the context of my trying to find something tangible or intangible from real life. I guess she's sort of my reverse St. Jude as, in the context of the dream, she's making such an elaborate show of hiding something that I find it.
I recently finished reading Julie Czerneda's Species Imperative trilogy, and I highly recommend it.
Well, that's now on my list of things to check out. A belated thanks for lending me The Cowboy and Vampire and Zodiac -- I only finished reading them in the few weeks that I was packing my stuff at Exile because I'd left them out of the packing piles so I could return them to you. They were both really enjoyable because of the equal emphasis on character and plot, and the characters were worth caring about which made the plot more exciting. I really needed some page-turners during those weeks (as opposed to, say, The Plague by Camus, which I also read during that period, which just made me want to throw myself into the Charles à la Dr. Thomas, if only to get away from the book and everything else in this sad, sad world).
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I'm hearing different things about what happened over the cube dividers where I'm working onsite this month -- latest was that someone (homeless person? office worker looking for a private place?) started a fire with an errant cigarette under the Longfellow Bridge that halted all the train traffic. What's kind of weird to me, is that I biked home from West End over the bridge about the time this was happening and noticed nothing out-of-the-ordinary except that I was dodging fewer cars and pedestrians at the MGH clusterf***. I guess I didn't get the memo (or the cops hadn't gotten around to blocking off Cambridge Street by the time I came through). I did notice more than the usual amount of people on the sidewalks around bus-stops, but just figured that it was such a nice spring day that people opted to be above-ground.
I'm pretty worried about Ronan right now.
I'm sorry that he's having a crisis. He (and Ronnie, I guess) couldn't have picked a better human for him to have it with, though. I hope that all goes well (at least, with answers) on Tuesday. Please let me know if there's anything that I can do.
I have Black Francine dreams from time to time, still. Often, it's in the context of my trying to find something tangible or intangible from real life. I guess she's sort of my reverse St. Jude as, in the context of the dream, she's making such an elaborate show of hiding something that I find it.
I recently finished reading Julie Czerneda's Species Imperative trilogy, and I highly recommend it.
Well, that's now on my list of things to check out. A belated thanks for lending me The Cowboy and Vampire and Zodiac -- I only finished reading them in the few weeks that I was packing my stuff at Exile because I'd left them out of the packing piles so I could return them to you. They were both really enjoyable because of the equal emphasis on character and plot, and the characters were worth caring about which made the plot more exciting. I really needed some page-turners during those weeks (as opposed to, say, The Plague by Camus, which I also read during that period, which just made me want to throw myself into the Charles à la Dr. Thomas, if only to get away from the book and everything else in this sad, sad world).