Tomorrow is Marilyn’s birthday. I don’t know why I remember that, considering I usually forget everyone’s birthday… maybe it’s because I’ve been wondering about where and how she is, I guess.
I’ve managed to write three run on sentences tonight. I suppose that’s better than nothing. It’s nothing good though, just some overview stuff for Jay’s Half-life mod. I was hoping cyn would have a chance to get online and chat, but she’s super-busy and I’m not going to bug her.
Tomorrow night I’m meeting StrangeGrrl aka Monica for coffee after work. We’ve been trying to get that set up for months now, but things just kept getting confused or messed up somehow. Well, it should be good tomorrow.
I feel kind of surreal right now. It’s quiet in here, Jay’s in bed. I’m looking at the naked windows and wishing I had curtains, and I feel separate from everything, like I’m just watching whatever it is that I’m doing. Cam is on, so maybe other people are watching me watching me and watching this and being surreal. I don’t know. I’m going in circles. I’ve lost something important and I don’t know what it is yet.