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May. 2nd, 2014 01:04 amI spent tonight watching opera with Folksy, because it was free and The Diva was doing her thing. She is so good and so beautiful. I think her facial expressions alone may make her very famous one day. I still wish I was better at being friends with Folksy, but I haven't found a way to broach any intimacy. The catch is, he is eerily like ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
aihal, in appearance and mannerisms (but in other ways very much not), so I think my brain just doesn't get that we're not actually friends and can only talk about easy things. Like the everyday terror of being almost married to an opera singer.
And on my way home tonight I found my first real holy fuck what bit of nighttime open ground in this town; it's Cambridge Common Park and it fucking knows it, goddamn. It's also a very long way off my usual beat and finding excuses to visit it will be hard.
This week, wow. Almost every part of this week occurred on Tuesday, between me fucking with words and religion because I'm listless and it's something to do. I got the go-ahead to start studying for the Series 7 exam, although I haven't actually done so yet - need to dig up some free study guides online this weekend. More peculiarly, I am the only person who gets to do this. Because The Cyborg finally fucked up in about the most beautiful way you can when you're 23 years old and completely perfect; he got drunk with our boss and told him that his girlfriend wanted him to move to NYC next year. Kids. Do not have plans. Ever. Especially do not tell your employers what your plans are.
There was other stuff on Tuesday. Huge stacks of money. First ever Zombie lawsuit. Nothing that matters. The Compliance Lady who came in to talk to us about how to become the thing that we thought we were setting out to replace is also an EA, which was cool because no one understands my batshit skillset any more (least of all me) so I hope it was legitimising to everyone involved (especially me).
And I care while I'm being paid to care and then I'm trying to fit the rest around it. I have tulips and an exchange fic and a deck next to my bed, almost human thene things. I am trying, and I should sleep.
aihal, in appearance and mannerisms (but in other ways very much not), so I think my brain just doesn't get that we're not actually friends and can only talk about easy things. Like the everyday terror of being almost married to an opera singer.And on my way home tonight I found my first real holy fuck what bit of nighttime open ground in this town; it's Cambridge Common Park and it fucking knows it, goddamn. It's also a very long way off my usual beat and finding excuses to visit it will be hard.
This week, wow. Almost every part of this week occurred on Tuesday, between me fucking with words and religion because I'm listless and it's something to do. I got the go-ahead to start studying for the Series 7 exam, although I haven't actually done so yet - need to dig up some free study guides online this weekend. More peculiarly, I am the only person who gets to do this. Because The Cyborg finally fucked up in about the most beautiful way you can when you're 23 years old and completely perfect; he got drunk with our boss and told him that his girlfriend wanted him to move to NYC next year. Kids. Do not have plans. Ever. Especially do not tell your employers what your plans are.
There was other stuff on Tuesday. Huge stacks of money. First ever Zombie lawsuit. Nothing that matters. The Compliance Lady who came in to talk to us about how to become the thing that we thought we were setting out to replace is also an EA, which was cool because no one understands my batshit skillset any more (least of all me) so I hope it was legitimising to everyone involved (especially me).
And I care while I'm being paid to care and then I'm trying to fit the rest around it. I have tulips and an exchange fic and a deck next to my bed, almost human thene things. I am trying, and I should sleep.