I'm at Stuart&Frida's right now. Frida wants me to sleep over. Trudi's in my bed and wants me there too...
Dinner was good (Seafood pasta!). Kimio and Wendy came over, as did Bob and Joanne. It seems like the four of them may become regular Wednesday guests, which would be quite cool - they're all fun people.
I got the fifth degree from Frida on the whole Trudi thing - and they're doing their best to fix me up with other people. On the other hand, Frida wasn't as negative as she has been about it. Less screaming, more questioning.
And I really don't know how I feel.
Trudi and I had a long phone conversation while I was driving up to Alameda. One we needed to have. One we need to continue. She wants to get married - I don't. She is, basically, trying to get pregnant. This does not precisely mesh with my personal priorities right now.
There is so much to say/think/do that it all clashes together and cancels itself out.
And so I'm floating in kind of a blank mental limbo.
Oh - go see Mirrormask. Don't make me tell you again.