go_team: (earth)

This morning I woke up from a long, complicated, Wizard of Oz-style "and you were there, and you were there, and you were there" kind of dream where I caught up with a lot of people, some of whom I hadn't thought of in a long time, and we talked, and some of us performed, or showed off art, or writing, or kids (who mostly showed off themselves), or other projects that have been not consuming us so much as transforming us and our recent and not so recent lives (and vice versa), to the point where maybe we haven't been in touch as much as we might like. Anyway. All of the people in this dream were very dear to me, so I wrote a mushy Open Letter about it, but I wanted to tell everyone the most important part of the letter, which goes like this:

Friends, it was good to see you. No matter how long it's been since we last saw each other, or spoke, or wrote, or exchanged stupid email or whatever little time sucks the Web just distracted us with, I've missed you. I hope this letter finds you well --- at least as well as you were in my dream last night, if not better (and we were all pretty great). I think you are both the best thing that has ever happened to me, and that our friendship is the best thing I do, and every time I edit this sentence it gets a little longer and clumsier when what I really mean is just: You're the best. Thank you.

There ya go. Everything else can wait.


P.S. I sorta lied about everything else waiting. Soundtrack for this morning and the writing of the mushy open letter and all: "Visit in my Dream" by Dan Bern (Breathe), "Willing to Fight" by Ani DiFranco (the Living in Clip version), and "My Friends" by Dar Williams. Yep, I'm a colossal mushball.
go_team: (iggywithspiffy)

Dear Internet,

Stop messing with me and my friends! First the fabulous Chiara's journal gets all borked, then Paul feels my pain in a way that's especially ironic to read when I'm sitting in bed getting hungrier and hungrier while I'm trapped under my laptop, and finally hey, by the way, reloading LiveJournal only brings more bad news, because it looks like Everything2's broken now too. Sheesh.

Cut that out! And come up with a website that delivers freshly-cooked steelcut oats, preferably through a magical portal that opens up in my bedroom so I don't even have to get up for breakfast. Seriously. I still love you, but damn. And no, the irony of how I'm posting this online is not lost on me, oh no. And now I'm really getting up for breakfast, since that site I mentioned earlier is still a pipe dream and also I have to be at work in less than an hour.



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