I went out on saturday to celebrate the marriage of people I barely know. Martha is one of Emily's friends. I drank the equivalent of 2 bottles of wine. I had to lay down in the backseat of my car for an hour, as the last two glasses were too much of a push. Emily was slightly annoyed she didn't have a date for that time period.

I lounged with Emily until clear around 4pm on sunday. We did nothing but eat and watch an episode of Sex and the City. I usually can't stand that show, but this one was funny. I went back to my old apartment, cleaned the den, my room, the common upstairs hallway, and my nook there for nearly 5 hours. I then went back home, unpacked and put away stuff for two hours, called voicemail on my dying phone, got and returned Emily's voicemail about seeing a movie, and promptly went on a walk.

I had a wonderfully rich dream about being part of a fantasy resistance movement, going undercover to figure out what was going on.

Likely Emily will want to do something today. It's been nearly three weeks since I had a day where I didn't see her. I like seeing her, but I'm a solitary person by nature. I'll make some excuse probably. I should tell her soon that I occasionally need space. My hobbies are suffering and my work could potentially suffer

I realize now why a boyfriend's friends tend to be those of his girlfriend. Outside of this or that celebration with the psych people, my social life revolves around her. Granted, most of the people I knew have (reasonably) disappeared, so it's not a bad thing. Not a great thing either, but that's how it's come to pass.

Some people I know are terribly upset by a death that's likely to happen soon. I have no 'net connection at home, nor at Emily's place, so it seems tonight might be the night where I can intervene--or just try to impart as much comfort and advice as I can.

I'm tired. I should eat soon.

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