Kitsune.

[icebluenothing]

Tuesday, 10:00pm:

So I didn't make it to the Procession on Saturday. Instead, I went to Seattle. This fails to surprise me, at some level; I expected something totally random to happen after the fox crossed my path.

The driver's side window on my truck is a little wonky; the piece that should keep in properly in its track is missing. Not usually a problem; I just steady it with one hand while cranking it up or down with the other. But as I was on my way to downtown Olympia Saturday afternoon, a bee flew in through the slightly open window. I panicked and cranked the window open hard -- it came down, all right. All the way down. Up, on the other hand, was not so good, anymore. I pulled over, opened the passenger door and ushered the bee out.

This problem had to be addressed right now. I couldn't leave the truck like that, or any miscreant would be able to get into it. I didn't have money for a mechanic, so I called my friend Blue, and she said she could fix it, no problem.

(Blue is amazing, by the way, but more about that in a later entry.)

So. Okay. I drove to Renton. The drive up was a lot nicer than the drive down had been, at least.

It took an hour or two, but Blue was able to fix my window with three screwdrivers, a little swearing, and, I'm not making this up, a fork. Blue isn't sure whether the people who designed my truck are just stupid or actively malicious. She apologized for not being able to restore it to perfect working condition, but at least it's back to its former wonky state, so I was totally happy. I took her to Denny's and bought her dinner, hung out with her and her friends.

Around 9:00 I got it into my head that since I was this far north, I might as well go to the Mercury. I swung by retcon and treebyleaf's apartment first, hoping to catch them, but they weren't there. Riff wasn't answering his cell phone, either. I borrowed a Mercury-appropriate shirt from Riff's closet and headed out.

There weren't many people at the club I wanted to see, so I gave up after a while and headed back to the Lake City apartment, hoping they'd be home by then. treebyleaf was there, about to go to bed, and she and I talked for a little while; she told me that Riff had gone to the Mercury after all, so I decided to head back down there. Glad I did; it ended up being a fun night after all.

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Since then, I've been sleeping too much, and writing almost not at all. I don't know if I'm sick, depressed, exhausted, eating badly, not exercising enough, or what. It's Tuesday night as I'm writing this; I took a nap this evening and woke up not knowing if it was night or morning.

Today was pretty fun, though. wendolen came down, to join me for lunch -- this was meant to be just a stop on her way to the ocean, but she ended up poking around Olympia with me for a while instead.

Oh, and yesterday I saw Identity, which is a nice little realityfuck movie. Recommended.

Tomorrow, back to Seattle -- job interview this time, which is nice. (God, I'm going through a lot of gas this week!) I'll probably take a minute while I'm up there to post this.

(Yep, I'm at home now, posting this and getting ready for the interview. Will see treebyleaf tonight -- can't wait.)

Comments

:)

[gwywnnydd.livejournal.com]

"(Blue is amazing, by the way, but more about that in a later entry.)"

You do realize that's going to be a really long entry, to do her any justice, right?

Just checking. :)

indeed, it must be said

[staxxy.livejournal.com]

(Blue is amazing, by the way, but more about that in a later entry.)

Understatements are You. ;)

Blue is phenomenal, truly. So awesome it can not be contained in words.

I should try and call her this week.

aha!

[cithra.livejournal.com]

So that was you at the Mercury. I should have said hello, but my natural shyness was confounded by my thought that you were out of town. My apologies, and lots of "good interview" vibes.

[wendolen.livejournal.com]

Since then, I've been sleeping too much, and writing almost not at all. I don't know if I'm sick, depressed, exhausted, eating badly, not exercising enough, or what. It's Tuesday night as I'm writing this; I took a nap this evening and woke up not knowing if it was night or morning.

On the way home from Ahna and Sally last night, I was suddenly stricken with the realization that I hadn't seen you bring smiley bag with you to Chopsticks, and I knew you hadn't stuck yourself or done any of the other stuff, and felt horrible for not remembering to remind you of any of it.

Could that have anything to do with it?

[icebluenothing.livejournal.com]

Don't feel bad -- that was lunch, I'm supposed to take meds at dinnertime. Nothing you needed to remind me to do.

I haven't been testing this week, really, but I've at least kept up on my meds. I'm sure bad blood sugar is part of my problem. Well, it's all a big feedback loop, really -- it's hard to tell what's a problem and what's a symptom.

[saheeb138.livejournal.com]

I am soooo going to be a diabetes nazi. *slaps the whip*

[songhawk.livejournal.com]

I'll second that...
[singing Orcs]
"Where there's a whip (k-chaa) there's a way..."

[wendolen.livejournal.com]

Don't feel bad -- that was lunch, I'm supposed to take meds at dinnertime. Nothing you needed to remind me to do.

Ah! Okay. I've gotten so used (on one level) to hetaera15 testing pretty frequently (but still occasionally needing reminders) and doing meds pretty much whenever that once I realized no diabetic ritual had occured I had this tiny paroxysm of worry that I should've suggested something. (That's why there's more than one type of diabetes!)