I’ve been waking shivering frozen the past few days. The tattered rag of a blanket I sleep under right now isn’t warm enough for the very early morning. Prospero helps, but I’m beginning to curse every morning woken cold. The after-the-rain smell drifting through the windows is nice, but doesn’t forgive anything. I need an actual cover. That’s the thing I forgot to ask after when Ray and I were out last night. We moved the big stuff from Adrians last night and apparently just missed Jon. A pity, but an extra pity as I don’t know anyone bigger than Jon and more capable of hauling heavy things up stairs. *laughs* He left a note with his number on though, so I called him after we came back from Wazubis. He’s going to come visit at the new place sometime later this week. Which is a lovely thought, as I miss my Flirt. Having yet another friend person around who hasn’t been addicted to my ‘personality’ can only be a blessing. I think it would bump the number up to… five? *shakes head at self* <rant>Damn sexual people. Growl. I’m not like you! Okay, yes, I am young, and still a child, and so can truly not say never, but for this now, I will never search that out. Stop inflicting your expectations upon me!</rant>
Just sent a nice long letter back to Jeff. I’ve said we’re to take pictures of us folk about town and post or send them to him. So! You people with digicams! We have a project! I hope he’s having a really great time over there. Marc and I are vehemently hoping he finds someone lovely. I can’t imagine what it must be like. I woke up this morning with a messenger window up from him that only had *poke* in it. I think I’m going to set up a time for me to stay up so we may chat. Otherwise, sheer chance just isn’t likely to cut it.