Garnet is a great Friend but boyfriend...? you have a lot of work to do in that department. - amazonqueen46

The waiting, as usual, was the worst part. It always is, isn't it? You visualise all the most horrible results, and then when it finally happens, even if it's bad, it's a bit... I don't know, anticlimactic?

The child in me, of course, wanted to immediately race on here and go into exacting, point-form detail of all the ways Tara has displayed defeciencies equal to my own when it comes to couple-hood, but aside from the fact that it'd be a fairly short list, the adult in me is in control. And much as childish temper-tantrums might be enjoyable for the moment, they do nothing to resolve the underlying issues, and they certainly don't make anything any better. Indeed, such outbursts are the surest way to burn one's bridges, and I have always rather prided myself on refraining from such things. I am not a child; I will exert control over my emotions. The greatest compliment I have ever been paid was, frankly, Robin's comment one night on the trail remarking on my 'Vulcan-like control'.

If I controlled my emotions when I thought Tara had been cheating on me with Collin, I can bloody well do as much simply because she wants to be no more than friends, after all.

Anyway, contrary to what you may suspect, the girl in question is not my whole life, so on with more mundane matters. Sarah's absence, it seems, is as lamented by the Fabricland girls as mine was, since the entire second floor (and, y'know, the entire first floor, too) has to be put to rights once again. Sarah, of course, could get it all sorted out in two shakes of a lamb's tail, given her anal personality and years of experience at just this task, but the rest of us are left to just sort of muddle through it all as best we can. Which, for me, means a lot of heavy lifting, in a style that left me with quite sore wrists by the time the day was done. Apparently, after four weeks of non-work, my wrists need a bit of time to get back into the groove.

For the record, I, of course, lament Sarah's absence for a completely unrelated reason.

Stupid Space. The new season of BSG has started down in the States, so when do you figure we'll see it? If you guessed anytime between now and January, you're wrong! That's right; six bloody months of waiting, while the Americans parade their spoilers around like blood-spotted sheets the day after the wedding night.

Er... that was a really strange comparison, and one that requires a certain specific understanding of the situation to understand. But I like to be weird, so I'm going to leave it like that. Mwahaha!