leningrad

So we hefted the couch across streets and through potholes. We stopped to eat falafel and get in the way of cyclists. We watched the computer fail and I felt bad for the growing pains of a new posession. I felt bad for a friend who didn't seem very
cheerful.

It's almost my birthday (and therefore even more nearly Halloween) and I feel that I should care more but I have a track record of pretty scummy birthdays. It seems as though the strings are being pulled to appropriate the Saturday in the name of birthday fun, so maybe this year will be different. I am hoping.

It was strange, at Thanksgiving, because the usual social paradigm was altered. The addition of two more of the female persuasion (one of whom was also of the girlfriend persuasion) and a new guy and all of us together was euphoric. I really like these people (even those I don't yet know much about) and want to spend more time with them. Maybe my birthday will be a good excuse.

Lotus is making me stop because my typing is too loud. If you want more journal, sorry, bug her about it.