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[sanura]

The day started off with a small amount of annoyance; back pain is not conducive to a good mood, and feelings of exclusion, no matter how unintentional, are unpleasant and difficult to forget. Especially when there are constant reminders; those who party and live to sleep another day advertise their abandon by missing class. But hey, no big deal, right? I'm lucky; that's all the drama I ever want, a mild annoyance.

I practiced almost too much, over lunch, and though my 2:00 Catullus was charming, I was still fairly upset at the cancellation of studio. It's too close to juries for holes in class. And I was really looking forward to hearing Maria. Once again: ah, well. I spent the afternoon hopping between the magnetic poles of the two friends who actually care about my company (as far as I can tell, anyway). West Wing and Hermeneutics as an altered state with Stephan, dinner with Dan and Sean and Jen, back to campus just in time to miss the overture of Ruddigore (but I got everything else) and sit in the empty seat next to Stephan, over to Sid to be driven to Milam and fulfil the function my occasional humanity allows me at drunken parties: take care of those who went too far and be drunkenly complimented by the Bat Boy crew. Better than the alternative, by far.

So the pendulum of social interaction swung back to people wanting me around, which is gratifying, even if anyone would have done as well.

Lesson tomorrow at... 11:30? I hope. I'm not waking up till 10, at least. Have a good Beer Bike, everyone. I'll be hiding under my bed. Please don't throw water balloons at my house.

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[parkertime.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much for being nice to me last night dear :) It was really fascinating for me, cause I've never been that bad-off before, but I still remember everything and I'm going to post about it soon :) Thanks again.