My farewell.

My farewell was fantastic. My boss gave a great speech about me. Also there were lots of people and some great food and a really brilliant present (cheese, jam, sauce, relish hamper) and it was just altogether fabulous.

I'm so glad we went.

In other news, Zil has apologised profusely. That's all fine now. In other news, bellydancing is going so extremely well! Calypso is happy. I am trying to organise grant money for her too.

And tomorrow is the first of the Bugsplat Life Drawing Group! Noel is the model. So that should keep Ms Calypso happy. She got her art education as a life model, and it was a good one. Now she's (dum DAH) on the other side of the canvas.

In other news, Roz wrote a song!!!

So, things are going rather well.

Trouble.

"You can only do this once"

... says the blogger dashboard. Well then, here I am, and maybe next time it won't be so easy for me to get here. I'm sure it's not difficult as such, but we don't like new things. There's so many of us, see, so (tangent warning) it's important that the scissors have A PLACE TO LIVE, see, so that when one of the 12 or so people here who regularly walk around in this body can find them.

And here, online, really wish we didn't have to ~change~ stuff. Usernames, passwords, birthdates, imaginary cats. I don't know where to write it down. I don't want to have to remember anything more. My short term memory is full. Please do not add another fact. If you add another fact, you are condemning another (probably innoncent) to die. Can you hear it choking and spluttering??? That is your fault. Yes, you. For giving me yet another thing to remember.

So stop it. Please.

Now, where was I?

Things that have happenned in the last two days currently hurting me.
1. Zil. That's gone bad again. I find that I do care. I seem to have aquired a friend. I thought she was Calypso's but it turns out I care too. Damn. So, that's been hard. I hope she's worth it. I think she is. Friendship is hard work. But what's the alternative? A cave?

2. The Night Out. Well, this didn't hurt at the time. It hurt afterwards when Zil was upset that she wasn't invited. Actually the Girls Night Out was nice. Honey, Megan, Tom (the other megan), Rose.

that's it. I hope to see Zil soon and sort this out. It's sad. Tomorrow's the first day of bellydance. Calypso is sad about Zil. I feel guilty and perhaps it is partly my fault. I'm not who Zil wants to talk to, not who Zil wants to see. It hurts. The cave looks good sometimes, you know?

Trouble.
ps. I've said I'll attend the farewell. That's been hard, too.
pps. Here's a good thing to end on - Gray is fantastic. He understands me. He loves me.
ME, not just us collectively, me, me, ME. Thank god.


























So stop it. Please.

Where was I?

A choice.

There's a bbq. Welcome to the new/farewell to old Managers. Thingy. I felt very offended at first, I don't really know why - it's at the house of one of the people who gave me a really hard time towards the end. It feels scary. I am still angry about it all.
I have to decide whether or not to go.
I think I will go.
I don't have to stay long. There's a film on that evening. That can be my excuse to leave.
I think I should go. It was my job after all, for a long time. I think I will go.

Muffin meetings.

So I've pretty much decided that I'll support Calypso totally in what she wants to do, whatever hair-brained schemes she comes up with to save the world by bellydance, or whatever she likes, because she needs me (to drive her places, to be there, to do everything except dance or teach) and it feels right for me to do this.

So, I have some funding applications to write.
Just Jo, Thea, Francesca - you better get here and help me.