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Last Night
Apr. 12th, 2005 02:21 pmI had blood drawn yesterday morning for tests to determine if I actually have anemia or not. I'm hoping not. Dr. Westrick used to have an assistant working with him, Dr. Brewster. Dr. Cory Brewster. He's very cute! Everybody always called him Cory, but I called him Dr. Brewster. After all, I don't call Dr. Westrick "Sam" and if you manage to become a doctor, you deserve to hear it! Alas, Dr. Brewster moved into research. The new assistant is named Shane. He seems nice, but I still miss Dr. Brewster.
I returned home and did some slacking off when I should have been working, then my boss announced that the client wanted my upgrade done by the end of the day. Bleah! I wanted to leave early for my evening in Arlington, too! (Heart circle at Doug M.'s house!) With that motivation, I almost completely finished the upgrade by the time I needed to leave for my train, except that I had put a block of code in the wrong place so that a field was being decremented prematurely. My boss agreed to pick up that correction and I dashed out the door.
Without my bag. No change of clothes, no toothbrush, etc. "Fuck it," I thought, and I went to DC. I didn't want to be late.
I left my apartment at about 3:30 p.m. and I made it to Pentagon City by about 5:00 p.m. An hour and a half isn't bad, I'd say. I called Doug and he asked me to meet him in Alexandria, so I hopped the metro again and he picked me up there.
The heart circle went longer than usual, despite having only six of us in attendance. I shared the whole episode with the frantic apartment cleaning and the violent fantasies that I wrote about here. Someone else is going through a lot of changes in his life, so I described the changes I've been dealing with over the past two years when the talking stick came to me the last time.
I read the quote from D.H. Lawrence that I had placed in my journal to open the circle:
The other guys eventually split, and Doug and I went to bed about midnight. Doug was moaning about the time, but it seemed to me that the evening had gone much longer than that. I expected it to be closer to 1 a.m.
He and I talked a little in the dark, like we do before we go to sleep. He doesn't read my journal, but Bob R. was visiting him recently and showed it to him on his computer. We talked a little about the "boyfriend" entry. I told him that the entry was really about me wanting to automatically put our relationship in this box marked "boyfriend" and then realizing — forcing myself to remember, actually — that I didn't need to do anything of the sort.
We had talked about getting up early this morning to see the cherry blossoms at the tidal basin before everybody else mobbed the place, but we really didn't get enough sleep to make that practical. Instead, we left his place about 7 a.m. He dropped me off at the Ballston metro stop, and I made my way home, arriving about 9:15 a.m.
I returned home and did some slacking off when I should have been working, then my boss announced that the client wanted my upgrade done by the end of the day. Bleah! I wanted to leave early for my evening in Arlington, too! (Heart circle at Doug M.'s house!) With that motivation, I almost completely finished the upgrade by the time I needed to leave for my train, except that I had put a block of code in the wrong place so that a field was being decremented prematurely. My boss agreed to pick up that correction and I dashed out the door.
Without my bag. No change of clothes, no toothbrush, etc. "Fuck it," I thought, and I went to DC. I didn't want to be late.
I left my apartment at about 3:30 p.m. and I made it to Pentagon City by about 5:00 p.m. An hour and a half isn't bad, I'd say. I called Doug and he asked me to meet him in Alexandria, so I hopped the metro again and he picked me up there.
The heart circle went longer than usual, despite having only six of us in attendance. I shared the whole episode with the frantic apartment cleaning and the violent fantasies that I wrote about here. Someone else is going through a lot of changes in his life, so I described the changes I've been dealing with over the past two years when the talking stick came to me the last time.
I read the quote from D.H. Lawrence that I had placed in my journal to open the circle:
This is what I believe. That my soul is a dark forest. That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest. That gods come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back. That I must have the courage to let them come and go. that I will try always to recognize and submit to gods in me.Five of us hung around after the heart circle closed, and we got some pizza from a Brazilian carry-out joint on Columbia Pike. The Portuguese pizza had slices of hard-boiled egg on it, which disgusted Doug. :-)
The other guys eventually split, and Doug and I went to bed about midnight. Doug was moaning about the time, but it seemed to me that the evening had gone much longer than that. I expected it to be closer to 1 a.m.
He and I talked a little in the dark, like we do before we go to sleep. He doesn't read my journal, but Bob R. was visiting him recently and showed it to him on his computer. We talked a little about the "boyfriend" entry. I told him that the entry was really about me wanting to automatically put our relationship in this box marked "boyfriend" and then realizing — forcing myself to remember, actually — that I didn't need to do anything of the sort.
We had talked about getting up early this morning to see the cherry blossoms at the tidal basin before everybody else mobbed the place, but we really didn't get enough sleep to make that practical. Instead, we left his place about 7 a.m. He dropped me off at the Ballston metro stop, and I made my way home, arriving about 9:15 a.m.
