Damaris

Well, all the bouncing may have been somewhat unfounded, but it was fun while it lasted I suppose.

I've spent so much time lying awake next to sleeping people I love. It shouldn't be so lonely, but it is. At least he's here. But I'm crying.

The doorbell went at eight this morning, delivering a framed print of Apollos (see entry a couple of days ago); from Denny. It's down here with me now because it looks like him, only its eyes are open.

~weak smile~ I guess I'll go and tape things for the party. Space songs. Yes.

And try to get frighteningly intense bird-of-prey eyes out of my head.
Two sets of them.

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So I now have a corset on, properly, for the first time. And it's shiny and purple and satiny and lovely. And it feels like wearing one of simont's hugs. ~smile~

It's lovely. And it should be making its way to a party near you fairly shortly; would have been earlier, but dennyd's really not very well at all today. ~sigh~

I think he'll probably make it out, though. But, meep. Poor thing.

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