Stuff

Sweaty day. The sky felt as it it were dripping with warm prespiration. Making me somewhat irritable - because of the barometric pressure, which for reasons I do not completely understand always affects me physically.

Good news? According to the local weather people it is supposed to be a lovely weekend. Sunny and mild - low eighties. 82 on Sunday. Bad news? This is the local weather people, ie. NY1 and we all know how reliable they are. Good news? They've been pretty damn reliable lately. Hope this is true since a bunch of my friends from my online correspondence club are coming into town this week. Several of which I've never met face to face, just corresponded with. [Online Correspondence Club is how I describe my livejournal flist, and the discussion board I spent a good portion of my time on in 2002-2004. It is no different than a letter correspondence club - just much faster. We exchange the equivalent of emails and posts back and forth, not unlike the letters I used to send back and forth to friends. I also discuss pretty much the same things online that I did in letters. Only difference? Wider range of correspondents.]

Oh quick question for online correspondence club/ATPO gathering groupies -
Who do I ask for when I enter the Ramada? (Have the absurd fear of getting all the way up there Friday or Sat or both, only to find no one is there or they are under a name I don't know.)

Idealization or Mere Romantizing of Spike?

Someone last night posted something in my journal that kept rolling about in my mind all day long. It's by no means the first time I've seen this comment, but it is the first time I thought about it objectively. One of the nice things about an obsession letting go of you, is you can start to look at certain things a tad more objectively without all that wicked emotion getting in the way.( where I ramble about the differences between idealizing and romanticizing characters...yes, it's another one of those interminable internal monologues )