Guess what? This is not going to be entirely an entry about how sad I am about my kitten, although I'm sure it will show up occasionally. I did go home and cry yesterday, on and off between napping, with Michiru curled up on top of me and a little confused as to why her nose kept getting wet. Afterwards I didn't really feel better, but I felt less fragile, which is sort of like better. I cleaned myself up and went to gaming dinner at Zao, which was extremely nice from a food aspect -- I have really not been taking care of myself and I while I knew that sort of theoretically, I really got it last night. I drank two enormous glasses of ginger orange juice, and an entire pot of Iron Goddess of Mercy Oolong, and ate most of my green curry chicken, and then had mochi for dessert. Along with all the food and liquid was some very gentle conversation; people were mostly involved with talking to one another, which was nice, and I sat close to Jim and touched him a lot and reconnected with myself. Which I needed.

All right, I guess this is just meant to be a very short entry.