the first week of the rest of my life

[ewx]

Karate runs three nights a week, and I made it to two of them, picking up some good bruises on the way. The next grading is early June, there's a couple of bits that still need really getting right but the rest just needs practice.

At work I'm approaching the end of one section of a subproject of a larger, multi-person project. I've been working on this since mid last year and there are other sections yet to deal with. It's a good place to be; I know in great detail how this bit works, and there is interesting testing and debugging yet to do.

A bunch of us went to see Revenge of the Sith, which was pretty much as expected: we know where the last film left off, we know where the next film starts, we know the point of this film is connect the two together. At least one potentially glaring loose end was tied off with a single line - had it not been it's tempting to imagine it being a point of debate and criticism for years to come, perhaps something worth remembering in comparable cases. A cat probably have got out of the bag along the way, depending who was paying attention.

This evening I spent with emperor, atreic and claroscuro, which was nice. I had an odd experience on the way home, though I think it amounted to everyone involved having a laugh. I can't speak for anyone else, but I know I did.

Language, both spoken and body, is the biggest difference, or at least the most immediately noticable one. Every time I speak to her, every time I'm near her, it's different, and I wish it wasn't. I'd expected it to be for life, but now there's just this gap. What do I do now?

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What do I do now?

Wait. It's amazing what time can heal. Oh, and from what I remember from being in a similar situation three years ago - get annoyed with people like me telling you these kinds of platitudes.