Felocity

"Happy Turkey Day" to those who use this day as an excuse to eat large quantities of food we really shouldn't be eating large quantities of. Hey, I admit it, I enjoyed today. It was an official Mechanical Ruins day off, if you will, especially since I spent 90% of the night talking to Raquel on the phone. We started at about 11:30 or so last night, and never really stopped talking. We both lost track of time, and before we knew it, it was 5:00 in the morning! We called it quits and did our sleeping things. Well Raquel did anyway. Me, I just stared at my ceiling in silent contemplation of the whole "relationship" thing.

I got to dwell on it all Turkey day too, so I have a nice happy hyper attitude right now. Those that know me, don't even bother deciphering it, since it will be gone long before you read this. Now then, with the mundane out of the way, on to exciting things.…

Couple days have gone by now, and it is Wednesday night, almost Thursday morning. Heck, by the time I actually finish this, it just may be Tuesday after all. Especially since Makari, KareBear, Ammerz, and a few others are intending to distract me with evil AIM conversations and pictures of their kittens. See, to explain how evil AIM is, let me state this simple fact. See the words above? That took me an hour to write. Gah! Distractions!

Emma is on a train out to Washington, to bask in the wonders of the new Harry Potter movie. I envy her, since she is going to be hanging with Tycho and Gabe, two of the coolest guys I know. And she is going to be seeing HP. Talk about a sweet deal! Her journal reads that she is gone for now, and will return Sunday. Since I have to wait on the movie, I am sure between her, and Galaxy and everyone else I will know if it is worth a watch or not. I am sure G / T will have a review up eventually. Well, if they decide to get off their butts to do it. They have a history of saying they will do something though, and then maybe doing it if they maybe feel like it. Maybe.…

These entries are almost episodic- sometimes two to a day, sometimes two days without something. I have decided I write in this because writing has been, and likely always will be one of my passions.

The closing night for "Waiting to Dance" was last night, easily the best performed to date. After the play, Makari, GalaxyJ, KareBear, and I went to the cast dressing room to confront Hemenway. But not in a bad way either. I gave a short little speech (in front of the whole cast) how her play has touched every person I knew who has gone to see the play. I then presented to her a frame, which contained a ticket to each night of the play, the program signed by the cast and stage crew, and a cast picture. She cried on the spot and it was all I could do to hold her and simply smile. This play was everything to her. Her script, her characters, her invention "back in 1994," she said when she created the character of Grace Thompson. And now she had a solid way to remember everything about it. It made all the running around worth it.…

Forever I shall endure.

Tonight was night two of Waiting to Dance, but for me, night two of an emotional evening. I am beginning to question my sanity at this hour, as a result of that cudgel of life I mentioned before. It came down at least a few more times and I feel myself slipping. It is strange though. Not the depression I usually feel when I want to give up - this is almost a depression that is peaceful, tranquil at best. I honestly prefer it to what it could be, which is normally doors locked, windows shut, and music loud, and not answering phone depression. That (for me) is easily the worst kind. The play isn't helping though I think. By nature, "Waiting to Dance" is a very depressing play, and depression is probably the last thing I need on the heels of everything else from this week.…