Interlude.
Sep. 26th, 2002 10:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rivkaLong, long research day yesterday. It was almost ten by the time I got back to the guest house. I was too keyed up to sleep, but I was acutely aware that in eleven hours I would be back in the psych department waiting for my next subject. I knew that Misha would be busy watching the West Wing premiere. In an intellectual sort of way, I thought I should probably eat something, but I wasn't hungry and didn't feel like putting dinner together.
So I called my friend Jeff.
I'm not very good at keeping in touch with people. I've lost contact with a lot of friends whom I would rather still have in my life, mostly because of my own vagueness and failure to return letters. But Jeff and I have been friends for more than ten years. We go through periods of not much contact - probably my fault - and then we talk and it's as good for me as it always was. (Okay, in some ways it's better. We dated briefly when I was eighteen and hadn't yet figured out how to behave properly in a relationship. I think I was difficult. Yes, more difficult than I am now.)
It was a great conversation last night. I don't remember everything we talked about, but I remember laughing until I could barely catch my breath. (I half expect to go back to the guest house tonight and find a note from the people downstairs asking me to be quieter at night.) I came away feeling interesting and desirable, like there's more to me than boring dissertation drudgery. I felt comfortable and happy. After an hour on the phone, I was less tired than I had been when I'd gotten home. I had the energy to get up and fix myself bread and cheese for dinner. And I was relaxed enough to sleep soundly.
I needed that.
So I called my friend Jeff.
I'm not very good at keeping in touch with people. I've lost contact with a lot of friends whom I would rather still have in my life, mostly because of my own vagueness and failure to return letters. But Jeff and I have been friends for more than ten years. We go through periods of not much contact - probably my fault - and then we talk and it's as good for me as it always was. (Okay, in some ways it's better. We dated briefly when I was eighteen and hadn't yet figured out how to behave properly in a relationship. I think I was difficult. Yes, more difficult than I am now.)
It was a great conversation last night. I don't remember everything we talked about, but I remember laughing until I could barely catch my breath. (I half expect to go back to the guest house tonight and find a note from the people downstairs asking me to be quieter at night.) I came away feeling interesting and desirable, like there's more to me than boring dissertation drudgery. I felt comfortable and happy. After an hour on the phone, I was less tired than I had been when I'd gotten home. I had the energy to get up and fix myself bread and cheese for dinner. And I was relaxed enough to sleep soundly.
I needed that.
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Bwahahahaha!
Date: 2002-09-26 12:59 pm (UTC)-J
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Date: 2002-09-26 01:07 pm (UTC)Re: Bwahahahaha!
Date: 2002-09-26 01:46 pm (UTC)I have the tape of the season premiere! It's right here in my backpack. It would be soooo easy for me to just slip into the video room and watch it now. But first I'm going to finish my work for the day. The West Wing will be my reward.
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Date: 2002-09-26 02:58 pm (UTC)You forgot the amazing Action Kung-Fu grip, she said helpfully.
There's a *whole* lot more to you, which I will cheerfully enumerate if it would help.