leningrad

So yeah, le sigh.

*smile* I had such a great afternoon. I got up earlier than any man should on his day off, and dragged myself out the door. I took a train all the way across town, then a bus for an hour, and I was still an hour early to the airport. I spent the hour wandering, showing off my SG hoodie and writing bad poetry at a table in the airport Harveys. I was so excited by the time 2 rolled around I couldn't do anything but pace.

And then she showed up, and there was the kind of senseless laughing that you only do when you're too excited for words. I forgot how much fun she is. It's so strange, I'd forgotten what her voice sounded like, and hearing it again seemed so strange. Unfamiliar but pleasant. We talked about all the dumb high-school stuff we remembered. I've never seen two hours fly by so quickly.

I didn't realize the emotional suicide that a two-hour visit would be until I left her to get on her plane. I'm not going to see her again for another 3 months. It sucks. *chuckle* At any rate, I'll survive, and it was just as awesome as I'd expected it to be.

That's my day, in a nutshell. Nothing else that's happened so far mattered as much.