my_window_seat | (no subject)

Oooooooookay.

Too tired to adequately express the bizarreness of this phenomenon, but -

Just got off the phone with ~R~.

And he's the one who called me.

Whuh?

I think this must be a sign of the Apocalypse.

Talked about politics and the state of the species Homo Sapiens Sapiens - he's a major champion of genetic engineering. Career goal - to become God. Or at the very least, immortal.

Anyway - go fucking figure. He called me.

And I think I forgot to mention - yeah, he's the one I stayed up literally all night talking to on Election Night. A 5 or 6 hour conversation.

Anyway.

Looks like, at long last, at least for the time being, for as long as it lasts -

We're friends.

For reals.

Assuming of course that I didn't bore him so much that it never happens again. I am tired and cranky tonight. Don't think I held up my end of the conversation as well as I would have liked.

There's me rating my performance. Bah.

How funny, though.

Wacky.

Life occasionally throws you a curve ball that doesn't bounce out of the mitt and break your nose. Life, in fact, sometimes lobs you a nice pop-up fly, and even gives you enough time to run up under and catch it.

Neat.