Theatre-going and other things

Went to the Stoneham Theatre -- an old movie theatre converted into a live theatre: interesting switch, usually, it was the other way around in the old days, but I digress -- last night, the three of us with my dad's co-worker Dan, Dan's wife and one of the Hungarian foreign exchange students that work part time at the greenhouse where he works. Tonight's offering, Agatha Christie's "And Then There Were None..." (also known as "Ten Little Indians"). Low-budget staging and the stage itself was obviously very shallow, but the cast and director made the most of their limitations.

I also seem to be battling another sore throat, but it's nothing a little Airborne can't keep in check.

And come to find out, Jay, my supervisor is being transferred to anothe store, and as of Monday, there'll be a new head cashier. Part of me is sorry to see him go, but another part is slightly relieved, since he was starting to get a bit hard to work with.

Still more Dresden-badfic fears

The things that come to you when you're scrubbing the bathtub and trying to plot the next scene in the novel you're working on:

( Cut for really squicky stuff and possible spoilers )

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I sometimes wonder why I bother to make friends or even try to. Seems like whenever I manage to find a group of people I feel comfortable with, circumstances conspire to cause that group to eventually part company. First my parish, now my faction on the MxO is parting its ways. I never really had much of a family aside from my parents, and I'd love to find a group that I could hang with and feel like I was part of something special, but wasn't so close-knit that it gets claustrophobic. The closest I came to that was the MxO faction and now it seems like everyone there is parting company. I honestly feel like cancelling my Internet connection and just pulling into myself, so I never have to feel the pain of seeing friends move on ever again. The psychologists can say you need nine bzillion friends to be mentally healthy, but I can't say it feels healthy to be always saying goodbye to people.

I'm just in a sad mood right now, don't mind me. I hope something happens to help me feel better. Seems like when I start to feel better something comes along to leave me feeling worse, and I honestly wish the pain would stop, because it seems like the times of happiness are a few fleeting bright spots in the middle of a lot of darkness.