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FUCK
I hate time. Time is what's got everything screwed up now. Time and distance, distance too. And rates, while I'm at it.
Sigh.
So it's possible that, perhaps, something bad might have happened to or in the vicinity of a friend for whom I care very deeply, from whom I am separated by both time and distance and from whom I have yet to hear.
I shouldn't worry this much, I know. It's not quite worry, though. It's a form of adrenaline, I think, a somewhat developed form of the good old fight-or-flight that kicks in when someone I know is in danger. Or may be.
The may be is where I get in trouble, particularly when the friend is far away, particularly when I'm not able to get enough of the facts to even know if I need to do anything, particularly when I'm awake while everyone else is asleep.
I'm pretty sure she's fine now, but I'm still in an informational time warp and can't figure out what's going on.
So I'm just going to calm down and wait for her to get in touch with me.
Then I can also tell her that I asked T. out for next week, and got her phone number.
Sigh.
So it's possible that, perhaps, something bad might have happened to or in the vicinity of a friend for whom I care very deeply, from whom I am separated by both time and distance and from whom I have yet to hear.
I shouldn't worry this much, I know. It's not quite worry, though. It's a form of adrenaline, I think, a somewhat developed form of the good old fight-or-flight that kicks in when someone I know is in danger. Or may be.
The may be is where I get in trouble, particularly when the friend is far away, particularly when I'm not able to get enough of the facts to even know if I need to do anything, particularly when I'm awake while everyone else is asleep.
I'm pretty sure she's fine now, but I'm still in an informational time warp and can't figure out what's going on.
So I'm just going to calm down and wait for her to get in touch with me.
Then I can also tell her that I asked T. out for next week, and got her phone number.