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[rushthatspeaks]

Well, we're back from Boston, which was greatly enjoyable. I need to get a house with these people. I mean, ordinarily I am a relatively introverted person, and every couple of days or so I have to get away by myself for at least a couple of hours. Whereas in Boston there are three of my dearest friends living in an apartment smaller than the average Bryn Mawr double, and one more around the corner in what I swear is a transplanted Brecon single, and Ruth and I were two of six houseguests this past weekend, and not only did I not become irritable and twitchy and liable to explode, but I didn't even have to go take a breather. This bodes very well. Frankly, a household that can put up with socializing with eleven people in that space without starting World War III has a great chance of being astonishingly happy in adequate living quarters. (Eleven- ZdenkaRosa dropped by, but wasn't sleeping there.)

The cats were glad to see us when we got back, too. I had hoped they would be, but hadn't been too sure, as there had been several possible reactions-- the Oh, It's You People Again, I Hadn't Noticed You Still Lived Here option, the Just Where The Hell Have You Been Anyway option, the You Were Gone? I Missed That option, and the Thank God You've Come Home So We Can Play With You option, which last was, fortunately, the one we got. I was very glad to see the kitties, although at this precise moment my gladness is somewhat tarnished by the fact that Lucien, in the process of chasing after my hair as I combed it this morning, drew an impressive set of claw-marks down my back. And then looked innocent and cutely uncomprehending at the snarling, raving demon I temporarily turned into. The cats have also given the coup de grace to Ruth's long-suffering, single houseplant. Still, in the continual household-wide game of hauissh (the game cats play that helps to determine status and prestige; see Diane Duane for details) I am decidedly winning overall, because Valgaav is only on a poster no matter how much he glares at everybody.

So my life is going really very well, especially since Wayman and the IW will be here Wednesday and are staying till Saturday, and there will be theatre. (Cheap seats for me and Ruth, of course. Gotta watch the budget.) I have just about managed to see or arrange to see everybody I desperately wanted to see this summer, except that I still have to find some way of getting Syona Keleste out of Pennsylvania and up to NYC. (I'd thought of trying to go down for her birthday, and turn up suddenly, but Ruth is going to be in Wisconsin that weekend and I am going to be staying with the cats.)

And we brought back oodles and oodles of borrowed anime from Boston, so as soon as we can grab Signey I can actually get out of the cliffhanger I have been stuck with in Trigun for an entire flipping year. Purr.

Angst-O-Meter: a claw-mark induced 1.

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But. But.

[eredien]

I'm someone you haven't seen! *mopes sadly switching back and forth out of Eathan mode talking to Syona* I ought to see you too.

And I need to see Trigun, really I do. So. Trigun? Trip arrangements, maybe? With Syona good? Hm? We should talk.

[rushthatspeaks.livejournal.com]

I'll call about trip arrangements. You'd said you were coming in latish August, so it fell under 'made arrangements to see'... I think it would be good to have you and Zara here together, especially since the weekend we'd considered having you come up has become a genuine Weekend of Madness-- Sei, Brent, my mother...
Lila