When smart people totally fail to meet up

So last night was stoooopid. Unsure whether we were in fact meeting our friend H at 7:00 or 7:30, we stood outside the restaurant from 6:55 until about 7:42, then went in the restaurant to find that H had gotten there at ten til 7 and gone to hide on the far side of the restaurant. Why she didn't check for us outside, or stay closer to the entrance where we were looking for her, I'll never know. Sigh. And yes, rumgirl, it was something cell phones could have saved us from. :(

Dinner ran late, and I spent the rest of the night (and much more time than I should have this morning) finishing Passage by Connie Willis. It was really good and I'd recommend it... especially if you liked Doomsday Book but didn't find it dark and hopeless enough for you. Aside from the "help doesn't come in time and in the end we all die alone" part, it had a theme similar to the movie Waking Life: the idea that before we die, we might get quite a bit of subjective dream time before the ol' neurons stop firing. It made me think a lot about what dying might be like, which was actually not that cool last night when I was trying to sleep. But it was a good book.

And now I have to work all day--things are getting quite interesting--so I guess I'm going DND like webrat, at least for now.

Someone escaped...!

K, a co-worker of mine and an ex of B, is leaving the company. I'm not even unhappy in my job at the moment, and yet I feel this internal yeah! feeling that someone is escaping.... it means that quitting really happens, it's possible, it's real. :)