mrsronweasley | (no subject)

So, tonight, I was very, very bored. I had called Theresa, but she wasn't home. And I figured that Marie probably wanted to be alone, because, well, she often does. So, I came down to the computer room at attempt to write (fat chance of that - grrrr...), and was here for about ten minutes, when Marie came in. Turned out, she was bored out of her skull, as well. She came looking for me so we could actually do something. We laughed a bit (being bored at the same time is very amusing to me) and tried figuring out what we could do. The problem was, we couldn't go to a coffee shop, because they all close really early around here, and going to a smoked-out pub did not sound appealing to us. We decided to just venture out into town and find something. We ended up going to a nice (and cheap!) Chinese restaurant and having a really nice meal. We then skulked through the town, vaguely looking for dessert, and finally ending up at Safeway, where I got a packet of chocolate chip cookies. Marie, unfortunately, didn't find anything she could get, because it all had butter in it. Bah. But, in any case, it was just nice, talking, walking... When we got home, we sat in my room for a while, me eating cookies, Marie drinking water. I don't know why, but it just felt so nice. Not significant, but important. Just because.

She is becoming an important part of my life. She and Theresa both, for slightly different reasons. But they're both equally needed.

This is making no sense, I realize this. But it's late. I'm not sleeping because I took a nap today, so I'm not terribly tired, but will go to bed soon. Just felt like sharing.

My dad called today, and told me that my mom talked to a friend of ours in Russia. That friend's nephew was in that theatre. Yeah. He's alive, and even out of the hospital now, but everybody - and I mean, everybody - there is now suffering from kidney and liver damage, due to the gas the police released. I still cannot believe they did that. I really can't. I hope they fucking realize that they have over a hundred deaths on their hands. And I hope it haunts them for the rest of their miserable fucked-up lives.

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Apparently they're saying that the gas they released, Fentanyl, is usually not deadly and it was the bad condition the captives were already in that killed them.

Frankly, I'd like to scream 'it was you not telling the fucking paramedics what they'd been gassed with that killed them, you morons'.

Anyway. *le sigh and much hugs*

oh, god, i'm suppressing the urge to shout - STILL. they were very machiavellian about it, weren't they? "kill a few to save more". well, they killed a hundred people. bully for them.

*mucho hugs*

1. Marie sounds nice. She sounds lovely, actually. I'm glad you're having a good time with her...do enjoy yourself and your cookies, and que sera sera, no?

:-)

I'm so glad England seems to be working out for you. One of these days you'll have to post something about how British it actually is, and whether it meets your expectations, is worth it all, etc. It sounds like it is. This makes me happy.

2. Russia. Yeah. How does something like this happen? Oh, what people do to each other. It never fails to mystify me. Or make me sad. Or feel for everyone, in my own little pitiful will-probably-never-know-that-serious-a-situation-but-grieve-like-hell-for-those-who-do way.

Take care of you and yours, my dear.

1. She is. :) Maybe it'll sera, maybe it won't, but I'm having a good time regardless. True, I sometimes catch myself just in time when I stare...and all that...but...you know...what can you do... *le sigh* The cookies were wonderful. :)

2. Oh, God, I hope, hope, hope you never know a grave situation like that! I don't know how these things happen. Well, I do actually - we do it to ourselves, to each other. I hate people sometimes. Argh.

You take care, as well!
your SQSM :-D