Bruce (kor27) wrote,


Friday morning, I started staying up late for the purpose of making sure I got to the bank to withdraw enough money for next month's rent. Then I just kinda kept going.

In the end, I think it was a little after noon that I actually collapsed.

Then back up again at 5:00pm to get ready, because as it turned out, spawrhawk comped tickets for both myself and timenchanter to the latest Bubba Gong thing at Foothill.

Amazingly (given me), we got there on time for a change, and got second row center seats.

Fun show, though there were quite a lot of pieces reused from the last show, which was rather a disappointment. Still, watching Mikey dance is always a joy.

Conversely, and I'm not totally sure why, but I physically shudder every time Bubba's partner is on stage.

But whatever, 'twas much fun, and it was nice to get to talk to Mikey a bit afterward. Not to mention Ken B. and k_magic.

During intermission, I'd gotten a call from tlsthatsme about seeing Indy 4. I was unable to make it to the first attempt (10:30pm at Shoreline), but she decided to see the 11:15pm Cupertino Square (Vallco) show, and I managed to just make it in time.

The group was myself, Tobi, Michael Siladi, and Alison, who's apparently recently moved up here and is living with Michael.

The movie was just as much fun the second time through as the first. Over the top, silly, impossible, and very much an Indy flick.

The four of us hung around and talked for quite a while, and then Tobi and I hung out and talked for even longer. Very nice.

Then she headed home, and I braved the Mini. More specifically, my old nemesis the Mini tuna melt. Apart from a candy bar and a bag of peanut M&Ms, that was all I'd had since 10:00am, so it should be OK.

Time will tell.

While sitting there, an entry, coupled with the sleep dep, brought a flood of memories back to the surface. Mostly having to do with repeated betrayal, continual dishonesty, and the withholding of sex as a weapon. It can be disturbing how much rage is buried in the sediment down there at the bottom...

Not to mention the echoes brought up by this post.

I probably need to rethink some of my recent behavior.

Ah well. As always:

"Sometimes I suspect that we build our traps ourselves, then we back into them, pretending amazement the while. That is the way of life, from the All-Highest down to the meanest creature in creation... But whether this is the case or no, it is still a worthy thing to open cages. It is still a virtuous act to free the imprisoned."

I am responsible both for my anger, and for the forgiveness that sets me free.

I should try to get some sleep. There is much to do tomorrow.

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