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Had a really upsetting conversation with my parents, and then a frustrating conversation.

And then I talked to the wilderdyke and made plans for this weekend. We had a wonderful conversation and she talked with me about the stuff that's stressing me out. Not just listening, but talking and it was just what I needed and I felt so much better. I'm really excited to see her and it's going to work out and my aunt and my mom are being really helpful so I can do this and I'm really glad. Thursday we go down to my grandparents and see my father's parents as well. None of my grandparents are doing very well right now. i'm not looking forward to seeing them in that lame, cowardly way where I don't want to see the evidence of their decline. Friday we drive up to MN. Saturday is the "open house" graduation party, and more importantly seeing my cousins and aunt and uncle. My graduating (younger) cousin and uncle I haven't seen since before I graduated from high school! Saturday I think I'll be seeing The Vegan, which will be interesting. It's always odd to see the people who used to be so big in your life, years after they've lost their huge influence. We'll see if it even happens. Every time we try to get together it totally falls apart. I'm not going to hold my breath.

The most exciting part of the weekend is that on Sunday morning I'll be going to see the wilder dyke, and staying over til Monday afternoon. We may go to Duluth and see Lake Superior, I'll be hanging out with her camp friends and apparently making god's eyes and lanyards since I missed out on that in my younger years. There may even be friendship bracelets.

In other news: Bravo's freaking out and just started the West Wing episode over. I love seeing CJ talk to the press corps, but really.

Casino Queen

I have a huge bed. In recent times I have come to appreciate the value of having a big bed all to myself. I've had long periods of time where I shared a bed almost every night. I learned to sleep in consideration to someone else. Which is all well and good, but when Holly was in Boston, I still slept on the 1/4 of the bed, leaving room for her to hog the rest. When the engineer wasn't there . . . well, I didn't really sleep very well. I still love sharing a bed, but I love having my bed all to myself. I relish my time with it, and even when I stay in one place all night, I love knowing that I don't have to. It's only because that's how I'm comfortable.

Of course, now and again, sharing a bed by choice is quite lovely. But not tonight.