Pre-trip nerves and Doofy Birds

[reymonkey]

I leave for B'ham tomorrow. I have some pretty mixed feelings about this, as I realy want to see madcowchef and cheesetarget again, but Ginny has been having some pretty bad days lately. I assume she's having some bad days at least in part because I'm about to leave, but that could be egotistical of me.
I don't know what to do when I come downstairs and find my pretty girl curled up on the floor crying, and I don't know how long she's been like that because I've been asleep. I think I deal with it pretty well, I hope I do. I can never tell if I'm any real help or not, because it seems like she knows her own way around and out of those holes pretty well, while I just stand to one side and ask if there's anything I can do to help.
I'm gonna miss her. It's only a week... I keep telling myself that.

In other more lighthearted news, some random crack.

In the drycleaning machine at work, there's this thick metal cylinder the door is set into, and pretty much any wierd shit that gets left in people's pockets migrates to there so that when you go to empty it, it'll be sitting right there at the door. Theoretically there shouldn't be anything in the pockets because we check, but once in a while we miss and there's some pennies or whatever at the door, no biggie. So a few days back I go to empty it, and when I open the door, this is sitting there.



Looks pretty wierd, right? But it gets stranger. It probably doesn't show up in the scan, but set into the back is this little rectangle, and in little raised letters it says:

"I will tell...
things you have
done" (Ps 9:1)

Now I'm no Christian, but I'm pretty damn sure from the format that's some kind of bible reference. I checked with Ginny, and she said that's what it looked like to her too. I know I missed out on Sunday School and all that shit, but I really don't remember any doofy birds in connection with the bible.

I put him up in the pirate display above the computer, so he's being slain by Playmobil pirates.

Comments

[cheesetarget.livejournal.com]

What time do you get here on Wednesday? Do you need a ride from the airport? I wish Ginny could come too!

[reymonkey.livejournal.com]

I'm here! I'm in! I forgot to bring your frickin' phone number! I can call and get it from Ginny, but I am here. My parents picked me up, and I got in around 5 your time, but after getting up at 6:30 Richmond time, 5 here is...8 pm my time. I spent the entire day in airports and on airplanes. And an hour of that was sitting on the runway in O'Hare.
I will call you guys tomorrow, one way or another. I wish Ginny could have come to, I miss her lots and lots and lots...
*cries* Miss my pretty girl...

[cheesetarget.livejournal.com]

Woooo! I was sort of worried that you might get Stuck In Seattle, like what happened the last two times I flew into B'ham. Tiredness, a common side effect of flying all the way across a continent. Now if we would implement my plan to eliminate continental drift, we wouldn't have this problem.

[reymonkey.livejournal.com]

You wanna call me, or should I call Ginny and get your phone number? I have no clue what we're doing today, except that we're going to the comedy club tonight. I wanna go to Eagle's sometime while I'm here, and try to hunt down the GURPS Space book...
*HUGSHUGSHUGS*
I miss my pretty girl... Couldn't sleep last night, too damn quiet. I didn't realize how much noisier it is in Richmond, but there was no street traffic here and it was messing with my head. Didn't feel jetlagged last night, just very awake on adrenaline. The jetlag didn't hit me until this morning.
Call me? You've got my parent's number, right?