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386 days

Plus or minus one. I don't really care about the fencepost case.


I decided to eat someone else's cooking.
Went to Treasure Island chinese buffet.
Wrote as follows:

Music still does it. Lyrics and poetry. Finding some new food, or a new book, a story, or sometimes a new game. Seeing someone newly and extravagantly in love. Seeing someone still in love after decades, their hearts and habits grown together like linking roots of two ancient trees, each holding the other against the storms. Reading stories about the nature of the love of immortals written by people so young that they haven't yet learned to keep love alive even when you are so furious with your other half, that you want to end the whole thing and leave, but you don't because under it, this is the person who makes it worthwhile. This is the person you would happily die for, if it could keep them safe and happy, if they could BE happy without you.

They don't get it, and they write petty, pissy televison-shallow angstywhine dramatiques and think that they have been deep.

And, it reminds me of mutually laughing at those sorts of thing, of flinging books that cannot be put down lightly.

Twenty-six years would have been the number, on the 14th of February, and I remember the last episodes of the Roseanne show, that we had stopped watching when it got stupid, where we learn that the year or so of lame and stupid was all a story of how things should have been if Dan hadn't died from the heart attack, a fantasy to try to heal her own heart, and life went on.

26 years ago on the 30th of January, which happened to be a Friday, I was laid off from my job at Badger Meter, two weeks before the day Penny and I were supposed to get married. Now there's drama.

Oh, and remembering that Penny's LJ is rubyloot... This was what I heard driving to work this morning. (It did not remind me of her grandmother, nor of my stepsister.)

(Da da daaa, da da daaa)

(Da da daaa, da da daaa)

Let it never be said, that romance is dead
Cos there’s so little else occupying my head
There is nothing I need except the function to breathe
But I’m not really fussed, doesn’t matter to me

Ruby, Ruby, Ruby, Ruby
Ahaa-ahaa-aaaa
Do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya
Ahaa-ahaa-aaaa
Now what ya doing, doing to me?
Ahaa-ahaa-aaaa
Ruby, Ruby, Ruby, Ruby
Ahaa-ahaa-aaaa

Due to lack of interest tomorrow is cancelled
Let the clocks be reset and the pendulums held
Cos there’s nothing at all except the space in between
Finding out what you’re called and repeating your name

Ruby, Ruby, Ruby, Ruby
Ahaa-ahaa-aaaa
Do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya
Ahaa-ahaa-aaaa
Now what ya doing, doing to me?
Ahaa-ahaa-aaaa
Ruby, Ruby, Ruby, Ruby
Ahaa-ahaa-aaaa, aaaa

Could it be, could it be that you’re joking with me
And you don’t really see you with me
Could it be, could it be that you’re joking with me
And you don’t really see you with me

[Instrumental]

Ruby, Ruby, Ruby, Ruby
Ahaa-ahaa-aaaa
Do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya
Ahaa-ahaa-aaaa
Now what ya doing, doing to me?
Ahaa-ahaa-aaaa
Ruby, Ruby, Ruby, Ruby
Ahaa-ahaa-aaaa
Do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya
Ahaa-ahaa-aaaa (Da da da, da da da)
What ya doing, doing to me?
Ahaa-ahaa-aaaa, aaaa (Da da da)