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Chatting With Friends At Work

I am online all day (except for when cables are cut and we have no phone or internet, as happened last week. Hopefully it never happens again), and I have two international friends with whom I sometimes chat. It is life-giving and often entertaining. Today was both.

friend 1: how was the cottage?
me: so. so. good.
friend 1: hmmm. so good, then?
me: yes. i wanted to stay forever. i loved not speaking to anyone.
friend 1: haha i think i would go crazy maybe maybe after a few hours it would balance out and i'd learn to love it
me: my boss just said the same thing. that she would go crazy.
i don't know what it was...but it did kind of make me want to be a hermit. i mean, eventually i would want to talk to people, i think. but i don't know how soon.
friend 1: haha you'll never find a nice boy that way... ;)
me: yeah. i don't know how to find one anyway.
although dream-beth met a nice boy around 5 am this morning.
friend 1: hahaha hahahaha hahaha




me: today, you are my life coach.
friend 2: ha
me: i hope you feel that i pay you adequately with attention and reciprocal listening.
friend 2: indeed, i feel that it is a relationship on equal grounds and I am very grateful for the grounding voice you have been in our conversations over the past many months : )
too many "ground" words. apologies.
me: ha ha ha.
you're grounded.
that's a good thing. unless it's said parentally, "you're GROUNDED!" as punishment.
friend 2: oh, good oint.
 oint.
 P
 interbationak.
me: ha ha ha way to flip that around on me.
our friendship, if it were one word, would be: interbationak
unrelated: an infochart/graphic that I would like to see made is "A Guide to Wedgie-Free Wear, Based on the Size & Shape of Your Derriere."
friend 2 : Oh. Yes.
good job with the rhyming too.
me: thank you.


postscript.  

me: i just posted a blog entry that included an excerpt of today's g-chat.
i hope that is ok.
i'm sure it is. 

friend 2: why of course :
me: that's why i did it without asking. 
 friend 2: eyes. colons are now eyes. when they precede lists they are saying: look at this list, with your eyes
me: ha ha ha ha. i am adding this as a postscript to the entry.

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