feels like I should have a new icon today...

[fflo]

...but I'm at home with no image manipulation application, and I've got stuff to do anyway.

Breakfast went well. So well this entry isn't even protected. Not that it didn't have moments of hard things to say. But it was better than I ever could have expected. Lots of good feeling about the woman came back and---for a change---wasn't disintegrated instantly upon its emergence by the laser ray gun of strife. I'm now going to start to allow myself a little cautious optimism.

There's plenty of heartache still to live through, of course. I think maybe the difference is that, for the first time maybe all year, I don't feel insane.

I don't feel insane at all.

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[groovesinorbit]

Excellent news. Tonight's not a good night, but I want to hear about it, if you feel like sharing. How's tomorrow eve for you?

speaking of insane...

[maffick.livejournal.com]

I'm so happy to hear that you are not feeling so crazed any more, although maybe I've only known you since you've felt crazy, so it would be normal to me...kinda like you seeing me in Faith and thinking that that character was me. I suppose that we'll have to get used to each other as normal individuals--how bizarre?!
But that is not my reason for writing, merely one of my many tangential moments.
I wanted to tell you that Arthur came into the room yesterday morning and he asks me, "Do you have any pressing questions for me?" At this point, I have never had any pressing questions for Arthur.
"No not at this time," I said.
"I like to ask that occaisionally to make sure I'm being useful around here," he said.
"I'm sure you are plenty useful around here," I said.
Then he starts telling me about this dream he had a few nights ago. He said that he dreamt it was the year 2032 and he was still working at MR. He said that all of the people were different, but he was exactly the same. Someone came up to him and asked him what he was doing still working here. He said to the person that he made a deal with God that he would live forever as long as he stayed at MR, so he could never leave.
I asked him if things were all futuristic or different. He said, no, nothing like that. It was just that the people were all different and he was like 92, but he looked exactly the same. He added, "Of course, it's my dream, I'm not going to make myself look all old in ugly in my dream."
And I was like, Hhhhhhmmmmm...
It was so funny.

one more thing...

[maffick.livejournal.com]

I apologize for all my spelling errors--trying to write in a hurry.