It's been a very alone kind of week (work aside), and I'm not sure how I feel about that. Schizophrenic that way: I want to be known, but hardly anyone really knows me. No one, in fact, whith whom I'm in regular, face-to-face contact. My friends here are dear, without a doubt—there are simply things they don't know, facets which remain hidden. When it's time, I know, and that hasn't happened yet. Lots of long conversations get bottled up inside in the meantime (not that I could ever find the right words to have them anyway).
Taking in a movie with Connor tomorrow afternoon. Not sure what we'll see yet; I'll probably take a look once I'm finished with this. Looking forward to giving him his birthday present.