03.01.2002 || 14:42

Happy birthday, sister

[ring]
cf: Hello?
caller: Is [former roommate] there, please?
cf: Um, nope. she's moved to Ottawa.
caller: Oh. Would you know when she's going to be back?
[dramatic pause]
cf: she's moved to Ottawa.
caller: I beg your pardon?
cf: she's. Moved. To. Ottawa.
caller: Oh, thank you. [click. Hummm...]

Fucking brainiacs.

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My best thoughts go out to the Origamist and the Soprano, both of whom did something dfficult. but required this week. The Soprano Excorsised the daemons the day before yesterday, then called me. she sounded so lost and sad that I worried for her resolve. Last night she came over for a few drinks and to talk it all through. She wan't a bitch, no matter what she felt. She said what had to be said, and she said it with a cure in her hopes, not harm in her thoughts. She took a taxi home in the wee hours, feeling a bit better, I hope. She won't feel good for a while, but She certainly looked better. While the Soprano was over, the Origamist was doing the same thing to the person in question.

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Happy birthday, Sister. I'm taking her out for Indian food to-night to celebrate.

Hm. Must go buy Sister a gift...



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||cf

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