Your mission, if you should accept it...

I had two missions for myself yesterday. The first was to feel things through. I wandered about the city, reflected upon these things, and just felt. It's a sharp pain, but facing it always seems to make it leave me faster, and I rather prefer that to the eternal dull background pain.

The second mission after that was to cheer myself up. I thus headed over to emjayne's "Party like it's 1995" birthday shindig, and even though I didn't drink a drop (because of the first mission still semi-ongoing), I had massive amounts of fun. archdiva reading "Erotic Tales of the Old Russia" was, um, something. Cheetos burns! Met a large number of new people, I just about lost track. Walked back downtown with gregorama, talking about a few different things, thanks man!

I did get hugs, and I did smile.

Now that I'm picking up a bit, I find that I have a ton of things to do. I haven't been doing good at the job search thing, and I feel terrible about that (although I did pick up two contacts for bioinformatics in Europe from boyinsantiago). I decided that this week was going to be going home every evening (no going out tuesday!) at a reasonable hour, and work on these things. Friday will be, of course, blacksquiggles's birthday, though!

azrhey is arriving back from Québec City soon, and I'm looking forward to that. I'm not at all one to fret over a few days of not seeing someone, but these few days have been... special.

Now, I'll go and do some of these tasks, like hanging my damn curtains!