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After the fourth minor failure of a night full of minor failures, I'm planning on possibly going to bed and throwing myself under a train in the morning. The thought has crossed my mind several times this evening.
It was a nice enough afternoon, once the Ling homework was out of the way; I went to get Stephan and we and Andy spent awhile networking our laptops and trading music. I thought Ben was coming to the piano concertos at the Symphony, but he couldn't, so I picked him up from Shepherd on the way bringing Stephan home in my car, since Stephan's car was drowned in my driveway last night and in the shop today. Or so I thought; they called as I was driving Stephan and Ben home, and we turned mid-journey to head for the shop. We missed it the first try, despite its rather conspicuous position on Kirby. But I circled round and dropped them off.
And then had no one to take to the symphony. Which is fine, since mama will go if no one else does, but as I called Bryan to double-check on both the symphony (tonight or tomorrow) and Roger's (tomorrow), I was informed that the day hadn't gone as he planned, he hadn't got enough done, and he could go neither tonight nor tomorrow. Well, there went that.
The symphony was decent, the program was marvelously Russian, and it all made me miss Reggie more than I have since before I last saw him. I was a mood by the time I got home.
Having informed Bryan ahead of time that I was going to make myself some food and then come over to try and convince him to come tomorrow, I snarfed a hamburger and piled my computer into my backpack to take on my bike. Failure: my back liketh not the weight after hours of sitting still. But now that I'm here, and have been informed Ben and Stephan are depressed because since I was out at the symphony they have no friends (well, since they weren't at the symphony with me, I had no friends either), Stephan's out with Marshall, Bryan's working diligently enough in his room that I don't dare disturb him, and Ben's practicing.
It was a nice enough afternoon, once the Ling homework was out of the way; I went to get Stephan and we and Andy spent awhile networking our laptops and trading music. I thought Ben was coming to the piano concertos at the Symphony, but he couldn't, so I picked him up from Shepherd on the way bringing Stephan home in my car, since Stephan's car was drowned in my driveway last night and in the shop today. Or so I thought; they called as I was driving Stephan and Ben home, and we turned mid-journey to head for the shop. We missed it the first try, despite its rather conspicuous position on Kirby. But I circled round and dropped them off.
And then had no one to take to the symphony. Which is fine, since mama will go if no one else does, but as I called Bryan to double-check on both the symphony (tonight or tomorrow) and Roger's (tomorrow), I was informed that the day hadn't gone as he planned, he hadn't got enough done, and he could go neither tonight nor tomorrow. Well, there went that.
The symphony was decent, the program was marvelously Russian, and it all made me miss Reggie more than I have since before I last saw him. I was a mood by the time I got home.
Having informed Bryan ahead of time that I was going to make myself some food and then come over to try and convince him to come tomorrow, I snarfed a hamburger and piled my computer into my backpack to take on my bike. Failure: my back liketh not the weight after hours of sitting still. But now that I'm here, and have been informed Ben and Stephan are depressed because since I was out at the symphony they have no friends (well, since they weren't at the symphony with me, I had no friends either), Stephan's out with Marshall, Bryan's working diligently enough in his room that I don't dare disturb him, and Ben's practicing.