Getting To Yes

Thanks to everyone who came to my birthday dinner last night. It was fun - some people came in not knowing most of my other friends there, but all of us left together, laughing, bellies full of good food, as friends.



Almost-26.

And yes, he did receive my care package. In that goody bag, I'd given him a copy of Cynthia Alexander's Insomnia and Other Lullabyes: in my letter to him, I told him to listen to the track "Comfort In Your Strangeness" first, saying "(you) will emerge from it, like (you) would after swimming in the ocean on a bright summer morning, clean, whole and new."

If you scroll down to the very bottom of his latest journal entry, he makes a reference to the said song. To wit:

01.21.06
What am I doing? I’ve been sitting at this computer for way too long. I think my butt cheeks have finally grown together. I knew this would happen. It feels like I do when I sit on the comfort of your strangeness.

Whee!