Uhhh-huh.
I hate leafing back through the musty pages of recent memory, but today I saw something so horrendously ridiculous that I choked and spit water into my keyboard. The keyboard is fine, thank you. However, I’d like to clarify something I wrote yesterday: when I said ‘not her or him or me’, I mean my ex-girlfriend, my ex-boyfriend, and, uh, me. I thought that was obvious. The rest is static; it’s the untuned noise that drowns the signal. Nothing else. Today Michael put in his notice at work, and Micci told us she’d been moved to another contract. One which won’t even allow her to be on AIM during the day, so I just might cry. I’m going to miss my officemates terribly. Micci has become a confidante. Michael has become a good-natured punching bag. They’re both awesome and talented and I’m now going to be crabby as hell until I get someone new to talk to. Hopefully someone with social skills; those are rare amongst developers. Or at least someone who knows how to respond in a positive way to someone with social skills. I’ll take what I can get. This afternoon in the last few minutes before we both had to leave, I had a moment of perfect, peaceful clarity: nothing certain, yet everything understood. That sense of well-being and absolute calm I’d been missing. And most importantly, I now know exactly where I’m going. shantih shantih shantih Good night.Jenni