goatgodschild | Week 11, Entry 1

Yesterday was really, really good. I met up with friends to celebrate Lammas, had dinner, met their cats, got home late...it was so wonderful. When we were out in the park, we saw bats, too! And they're so little and flappy! We poured out some of my peach liquor for Pan, and then the one person of us who still drinks had the rest. I'm glad the remnants of that bottle went to a good home, it was unfair to leave it in the house for so long. I felt so much better when I came home, like I know where I'm going from here, instead of just holding in place.

I also got an email from Malcolm today. It was about the box of things he was going to send me, and he didn't know my address. I responded as such:

If you wish to send it to me, then my mailing address remains: [here I wrote my address]

I have the same question for you about the housewarming gifts for you and yours, initially intended for when you were out of the old place (cloth bolts, Labyrinth shirt, red velvet jacket, collector's dolls, jewelry for [Malcolm's art doll], etc.). However, if you would prefer to not disclose your address and do not have a PO Box, this is understood.

I hope that it was appropriately practical and polite. I guess I'll find out, sooner or later.