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Apr. 6th, 2006 09:00 pmI just wanted to thank everyone for their support yesterday. The reality, of course, is that it was a spur of the moment decision that came of emotional extremis, and that, having talked to my parents and discovered they've not yet received the letter (unless, of course, they choose to react by pretending it's never happened), when I'm really going to need support is probably tomorrow, when this whole thing is likely to explode. Luckily, first I'm going to see art with Kali, and we're meeting at St. Patrick's (a subject for a seperate post perhaps, because I love spending time in there, to an almost pathological degree -- when I mentioned it to Kali she said, "Severus is sooooo Catholic," which does, in fact, cover it. It makes the creature in my head ridiculously happy.).
At any rate, my parasite test is in at the doctor's, a tertiary stressor that was not actually documented here turned out to be perfectly fine, and life continues apace, albeit fueled solely by saltines and gatorade. Sometimes I think I make choices that are hard, but mostly I know there are not any other choices I would make.
Set last night was fine, although obviously far, far beyond my coping abilities. It was only a 9-hour payday, but in the end I was glad. Hugh Grant has such a sad smile, it's why he's perfect for romantic comedies, but in my state, I kept almost bursting into tears. In holding, while I was trying to nap, a bunch of people got into a really angry, mutual agreement converation about Big Love -- about how it was unrealistic and disgusting and how no woman would ever want to live like that. The fact is, no matter how far my life will ever be from a heteronormative, religious-based polygyny, those engaging in responsible non-monogamy in a heteronormative, religious-based polygyny are always, always going to be closer to my logistical and often pragmatist world-view than the stupid people in holding. They almost made me cry too. It was that sort of day, but I had the good sense not to say anything to them.
At any rate, my parasite test is in at the doctor's, a tertiary stressor that was not actually documented here turned out to be perfectly fine, and life continues apace, albeit fueled solely by saltines and gatorade. Sometimes I think I make choices that are hard, but mostly I know there are not any other choices I would make.
Set last night was fine, although obviously far, far beyond my coping abilities. It was only a 9-hour payday, but in the end I was glad. Hugh Grant has such a sad smile, it's why he's perfect for romantic comedies, but in my state, I kept almost bursting into tears. In holding, while I was trying to nap, a bunch of people got into a really angry, mutual agreement converation about Big Love -- about how it was unrealistic and disgusting and how no woman would ever want to live like that. The fact is, no matter how far my life will ever be from a heteronormative, religious-based polygyny, those engaging in responsible non-monogamy in a heteronormative, religious-based polygyny are always, always going to be closer to my logistical and often pragmatist world-view than the stupid people in holding. They almost made me cry too. It was that sort of day, but I had the good sense not to say anything to them.
