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[reverancepavane]

I think I shall avoid social events with friends. Three out of the last four have directly resulted in serious plague for the week following. <sigh> [Remember I'm on immune suppressents so if you feel dodgy please tell me immediately so I can run away like a scared little boy threatened by a girl ["Hah! You thought I was going to use a false sexual stereotype, didn't you!" And yes, almost over is not the same as over as my occasional moments of insanity should attest.] Anyway, gigs I'm currently interested in if anyone else is. Oct 25 at Jive. Mama Kin. $23. Oct 4 at Wheatsheaf. The Eastern and The Timbers. $15. Also Tai Chi 0, but it's only on on one screen,in the North-Eastern Wastleands beyond the River of Lead, and in that horrible artifice called 3D. And probably only on for the week.

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[angharad-gam.livejournal.com]

Not that I've seen you in person recently, but it sounds like I'd better stay away until my kids grow up and move out of home (or at least until Ashwyn stops getting in bed with us in the morning and sneezing in my face).

[reverancepavane.livejournal.com]

I'm on immune suppressants, but up until now they've had little negative effect and a great deal of positive effect. This plague just seems to keep recurring. And yes, it was probably the little kids at the party that effectively gave it to me.

Decided to stop trying to sleep so I could practice the art of breathing with my lungs on the inside.

Doesn't look like I will make my High School Reunion tomorrow (cheers in the background). I'd like to see some of the people but most of us gladly went our separate ways. Besides, they only told me about it yesterday (it's today), and I really need more time to prepare for these things. Especially now. You'll be lucky to get me anywhere with less than 24 hours notice (or rather I'll probably keel over an hour or two in to the thing as my brain goes "bye-bye - call me when you get some more neurotransmitters up and running).

Besides, that side of my life is far too close to K's death, and I'm at the stage where I can mostly ignore it (well, apart from the occasional survivor's guilt and the inevitable mourning of a loss of a partner as one grows older alone). Which of course leads to J and her loss, which is one of the reasons I'll never go back to the SCA - too many ghosts of good memories. The alphabet does indeed run backwards.

And now I'm maudling and ghost-ridden... Sigh.

But then I never get to see you or Monsieur A anyway, so it's not exactly a difficult sacrifice to make. <evil grin> and =8P

On the other hand delirium is making me come up with interesting ideas in game design, so it's not all bad.

[angharad-gam.livejournal.com]

Yeah this lurgy season has been a doozy, with the lurgy that never ends - it just goes on and on my friends.

I think I have managed to move around so much that almost no one from my high school(s) knows where to find me any more. So I am untroubled by wondering whether or not to go to reunions.

[reverancepavane.livejournal.com]

Over the last three months I've spent at least two seriously ill. Not to mention having to miss the Spiral Dance Winter Yule Feast for the first time ever (although this does leave an incentive for me now to disappear completely that the record is broken), a strong possibility of a date where interesting things might have happened (although it's probably unlikely), the long-delayed engagement party of two dear friends (she constantly complained about the idea of marriage and he actually believed her for the first five years or so), and several concerts I'd liked to have seen. Plus it's made medication difficult because I tend to fall asleep before I take all drugs, or before I eat and stuff.

It was one of my few close friends who was apparently organising this year's reunion, so he went to greater-than-normal efforts to look me up, since I don't do Facebook. Admittedly only succeeding yesterday. Unfortunately not only did I fall asleep until just before the event, but I was dizzy and phelgmatic enough to make even going just to wave at people not worthwhile.

I seriously doubt, given my health, that I will be attending the next reunion. [Except as a zombie. And that may be quite fun. Except I'd probably be a starving zombie. Only joking!]