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Devon came out of surgery fine. He's tired and looks worn, but that's to be expected when your innards have been slipped out of your belly and rewound, I'm sure. His intestines had twisted, kinked themselves into knots in ten different places. There's no need to worry, he's resiliant, recovers like I do from damage. I have a fabulous picture of him in the hospital bed, looking put upon by uncomfortable plastic tubes, holding hands with his beaming parents. I didn't get to post it last night, unfortunately, but it will be available soon. He's possibly not sleeping enough, but that's so close to normal that it almost doesn't bear mentioning. We're a batch of night owls, we are. A coven of ridiculously interesting people who are most alive when everyone else is in bed. Dancing with blades, dancing in gruops and apart from eachother, dancing and being glad that life continues. Sneaking into hospitals at ten minutes to midnight and being turned away at the last possible moment.
Duncan's got a livejournal.
Various people have been asking me what my plans are this week. As of yet, I really don't know. I'd been planning on going to the Pacific Cinematheque double-bill tonight: Paul Williams hosting THE MUPPET MOVIE and PHANTOM OF THE PARADISE, followed by an After-Party at the Media Club where he's going to play a set alongside July Fourth Toilet, (no, I don't know who they are either), but I expect to skip the first film entirely for the sake of visiting hours. Tomorrow I may end up missing rehearsal for the sake of other things. Visiting Devon in the hospital, for example, or dropping by Bob's for a showing of A Tale of Two Sisters, one of my favourite movies, (just as Phantom of the Paradise is my mother's), and finishing the cleaning of my room that's been dragging on for something akin to a month simply because I'm never there anymore.
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Devon came out of surgery fine. He's tired and looks worn, but that's to be expected when your innards have been slipped out of your belly and rewound, I'm sure. His intestines had twisted, kinked themselves into knots in ten different places. There's no need to worry, he's resiliant, recovers like I do from damage. I have a fabulous picture of him in the hospital bed, looking put upon by uncomfortable plastic tubes, holding hands with his beaming parents. I didn't get to post it last night, unfortunately, but it will be available soon. He's possibly not sleeping enough, but that's so close to normal that it almost doesn't bear mentioning. We're a batch of night owls, we are. A coven of ridiculously interesting people who are most alive when everyone else is in bed. Dancing with blades, dancing in gruops and apart from eachother, dancing and being glad that life continues. Sneaking into hospitals at ten minutes to midnight and being turned away at the last possible moment.
Duncan's got a livejournal.
Various people have been asking me what my plans are this week. As of yet, I really don't know. I'd been planning on going to the Pacific Cinematheque double-bill tonight: Paul Williams hosting THE MUPPET MOVIE and PHANTOM OF THE PARADISE, followed by an After-Party at the Media Club where he's going to play a set alongside July Fourth Toilet, (no, I don't know who they are either), but I expect to skip the first film entirely for the sake of visiting hours. Tomorrow I may end up missing rehearsal for the sake of other things. Visiting Devon in the hospital, for example, or dropping by Bob's for a showing of A Tale of Two Sisters, one of my favourite movies, (just as Phantom of the Paradise is my mother's), and finishing the cleaning of my room that's been dragging on for something akin to a month simply because I'm never there anymore.
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Date: 2006-04-25 05:44 pm (UTC)Elegwen talked to Devon on the phone for a while on sunday.
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Date: 2006-04-26 03:19 am (UTC)I win
Date: 2006-04-26 07:01 am (UTC)After watching it again, (for the first time since I was a wee child), I can not believe Rocky Horror's so damned popular. What's wrong with the population?
Elegwen
Date: 2006-08-21 02:06 am (UTC)I was googling myself and saw you mention Elegwen. I have never met anyone with the same name as me and would be curious. Let me know who this is if you want. It would be cool to find out. I am at
elegwen@yahoo.ca