I am impervious to the cold

One of my coworkers reminded me I could go out even on weeknights. I called Melynda a few hours before I got off, and learned she was playing cards with some friends at Metro. However, by the time I arrived they wanted to go get beer.

Instead, I stayed around and distracted Clock from his Electrical Engineering textbook. Rambling, eccentric conversation. We made ourselves ridiculously hungry, and it was good. Later Kevin appeared, whom I haven't seen in quite a long time. Matt, who is the young gay male version of myself, arrived after midnight and we played Shanghai Rummy with Micah for a little while. It felt good to use the social side of myself for a little while. I am too often a hermit.

Thinking today about driving, and how that's contributed to my self development. This year was the first in my adult life I didn't have a boyfriend to drive everywhere. I think I lost some of my independence with that, and I've had to relearn how to do so many things. Now I'm comfortable driving, I drive on 35 and to all these places I never would drive myself. Though I don't think of it as driving. I operate a death machine.

The car stereo helps. Without it I'm not sure I could have changed. I have this odd ability to use the stereo to transform driving into a psychological act, whatever I may need at the time. Music is crucial. Even the most mundane pop songs can be used. It's all about the moment and the way the sound can be fitted into my life.

Damn it I left my copy of The Chronicle in the car, and I don't want to go back down there. I'm going to eat a potato roll and go to bed instead.

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850 posts, a few thousand comments. Interesting. I never would have thought I would commit to so much here. I started reading livejournal last fall, because I was following the webpage of this lovely girl. After a couple months of reading, I decided to get my own space.

My first day. Does it get better? Time will be the judge of that I suppose.

Livejournal has been good to me. It's given me a place to write more, and introduced me to a number of fascinating people. My life is infinitely richer for knowing a real Texas Lady, who has become an incredible friend. Miss Ang has reintroduced me to the wonderful world of fanfic. I've discovered the 21st century's great novel, The Sinatraist by Doctor Gogol, Knight of the New Russian Empire. I hope I get to teach him how to play mah-johngg sometime. A Czech girl named Joi makes me want to live in New York and have a couple more cats. And I know this Emperess in the making who rocks my world with her words.

The sky is bright blue this morning. Yesterday I watched the cold front push the clouds in this perfect straight line across the sky. The sunsets have been gorgeous this week, a dozens shades of purple tinting the concrete of the highway rose. I steal out the back of the store so I can admire the colors.

I forgot last night to ask Clock and Kevin if I would live to see another issue of State of unBeing. Damn.

Back to finishing up my Christmas cards. I did several in Metro last night while Clock studied. If they smell like coffee, that's why.

unbutton me

I am tired. Work felt so long today. Andrea was working on the main display tables, so I ended up re-arranging the cooking display. It's the most fun thing I get to do.

Right now I would really like to curl up in some blankets and read, and ponder the possibilities of buttons. Because, as you know, buttons are damn fabulous.