2005-11-29 01:24:50 ET|
So, today wasn't particularly noteworthy. I spent most of the morning chasing after the little one and cleaning the house, and then headed off to class a bit late as usual. When I got there, I unloaded the MPV and handed the mini-fiend off to Dad--Medea (my car, for those unaware of my tendency to name inanimate objects) is going in for repairs this morning, so the MPV is the vehicle of choice till she's fixed.
After heading upstairs to the AC lab, I was lucky enough to have Adam walk me over to the IM lab because I'm still not feeling so well today. A minor coughing fit (See: Leeloo Understatement) had Claw up and running out to me, and the changing of the guard commenced. At 6:25 we headed off for our respective classes, and I discovered that US History was cancelled...
...Well, only after sitting in the room like an idiot for about 20 minutes. But still, a cancelled class is a good class. Headed back down to the IM lab and managed to entice a few people into Quake 4, at which I tend to suck...at least until I remembered how to use the scope.
Wee-heee, snipers. It's just as much fun in games as it was with the Army sims they showed us at the recruiters: something about seeing through a scope, having a bead on someone and knowing they can't see you in return, is phenomenal. Line up the shot, fire, crimson mist. The best part is that it can also be a tactical disadvantage--rely on your scope too much, and you'll forget to watch your back. If people know how to play against that handicap, it can build a phenomenal game. On top of all this, at the end of the evening I got to play both against and on a team with Claw, which was fun. He's pretty skilled, and it's always interesting to watch him play.
By far the highlight of the evening, however, was getting coffee with him afterward. It was, as usual, a great time to chat and to smile, happy and warm in the confines of the local Starbucks. I can't begin to explain how much his demeanor has changed lately. He tells me how much he loves me all the time, and it leaves me feeling so safe and warm, as though I can do great things.
And tonight, I did. As I waited for the train at the Jackson stop, preparing to go home, I braced myself for the usual melancholia that tends to go with train tracks. I stood there, listening to music, for 10 minutes until the train came, and I could see its headlights down the tunnel.
As it pulled in to the station, a wave of realization hit me: today was the first day I haven't had the urge to take that last step.
hell. fucking. yeah.