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Why am I afraid of the voice mail light?
Whenever I see it is on, I get a little twinge of fear and am briefly positive that someone is telling me something BAD. I've always hated answering machines and voice mail... why? I can't possibly have any trauma related to them, and can't even recall getting any awful news that way. What a freak.
A lot of small things have gone really well today, from scoring insanely high at one of the games I play to landing good hotel reservations in Venice (with many thanks to A for that). I also get to go skiing tomorrow, which I'm highly psyched about! I'm feeling a little misanthropic, but that's all right... it will pass as soon as it sinks into my head that not just some, but almost all human relations are best left alone. I used to know that... then I set up two of my friends with unexpected success and I think I started thinking meddling was fun. (This was, of course, long before these people broke up & started going out with other people, but kept all that chemistry, kept flirting, and thus started endangering each other's relationships on a regular basis.... damn, even success turns out to be no good!... and also before my parents divorced and stopped talking to each other). Anyway, fine. I will not meddle, I will not meddle, these are not the droids you're looking for, I will not meddle. :)
I have work to do today. Some of it is technical. It's a pleasant change.
A lot of small things have gone really well today, from scoring insanely high at one of the games I play to landing good hotel reservations in Venice (with many thanks to A for that). I also get to go skiing tomorrow, which I'm highly psyched about! I'm feeling a little misanthropic, but that's all right... it will pass as soon as it sinks into my head that not just some, but almost all human relations are best left alone. I used to know that... then I set up two of my friends with unexpected success and I think I started thinking meddling was fun. (This was, of course, long before these people broke up & started going out with other people, but kept all that chemistry, kept flirting, and thus started endangering each other's relationships on a regular basis.... damn, even success turns out to be no good!... and also before my parents divorced and stopped talking to each other). Anyway, fine. I will not meddle, I will not meddle, these are not the droids you're looking for, I will not meddle. :)
I have work to do today. Some of it is technical. It's a pleasant change.