Weekend So Far
Oct. 12th, 2024 01:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
numinousdreadDusting this off with some self-indulgent mundane stuff, cw dreams about mortality I guess.
Woke up before dawn from a dream where my aunt and I were in a twilit forested area, and she told me she would die soon but wasn't feeling much about it. Felt spooked by that and couldn't sleep for a while (maybe also cold). Resolved to text her or something.
Volunteer shift this morning involved an awful situation I didn't identify with, which took extra imaginative work, and imagining it sucked. My shoulder muscles are sore and my stomach sour.
Going to look at Halloween decorations with my friend A. this afternoon, which I will enjoy unless they get a bit melancholy with it. But I can ask them to not.
Tomorrow I'll go up to LA, which I've been doing a couple times a month minimum since I started seeing my girlfriend in January. I'm going to see a friend I've not seen much of for... I guess over a year, maybe multiple years, and I've been getting that feeling a lot, that odd sense of mounting time since I last spoke to so and so, also the keen feeling I have so many encounters with a given person in a year. Something something Tumblr memes about adult friendship.
Anyways, I'm getting boba in Sawtelle with T., maybe from a self-serious place (promises "craft boba").
Oh, and my birthday's Tuesday, so I'm spending Monday with my girlfriend probably (mostly busy Sunday, working on a sukkah). She has promised to make me cookies.
Having gathered these thoughts, I think I felt subtly sad and anxious while writing about half of this entry, which makes sense given the lying awake at four A.M. and talking to a traumatized teenager for two hours.
Have vague ambitions about doing some trans Internet history stuff in an amateurish and no doubt fumbly way, but maaaaan I have no follow-through. I've archived some pages from a forum I lurked on, but Internet Archive's still down and I can't pop a few more pages on there.
Very interested in documenting subcultures and Internet communities. Thrumming with intensity.
Woke up before dawn from a dream where my aunt and I were in a twilit forested area, and she told me she would die soon but wasn't feeling much about it. Felt spooked by that and couldn't sleep for a while (maybe also cold). Resolved to text her or something.
Volunteer shift this morning involved an awful situation I didn't identify with, which took extra imaginative work, and imagining it sucked. My shoulder muscles are sore and my stomach sour.
Going to look at Halloween decorations with my friend A. this afternoon, which I will enjoy unless they get a bit melancholy with it. But I can ask them to not.
Tomorrow I'll go up to LA, which I've been doing a couple times a month minimum since I started seeing my girlfriend in January. I'm going to see a friend I've not seen much of for... I guess over a year, maybe multiple years, and I've been getting that feeling a lot, that odd sense of mounting time since I last spoke to so and so, also the keen feeling I have so many encounters with a given person in a year. Something something Tumblr memes about adult friendship.
Anyways, I'm getting boba in Sawtelle with T., maybe from a self-serious place (promises "craft boba").
Oh, and my birthday's Tuesday, so I'm spending Monday with my girlfriend probably (mostly busy Sunday, working on a sukkah). She has promised to make me cookies.
Having gathered these thoughts, I think I felt subtly sad and anxious while writing about half of this entry, which makes sense given the lying awake at four A.M. and talking to a traumatized teenager for two hours.
Have vague ambitions about doing some trans Internet history stuff in an amateurish and no doubt fumbly way, but maaaaan I have no follow-through. I've archived some pages from a forum I lurked on, but Internet Archive's still down and I can't pop a few more pages on there.
Very interested in documenting subcultures and Internet communities. Thrumming with intensity.
