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I believe it is utterly magical that I can do something as sentimental, silly, and even stereotypically feminine as start crying in the car on the way home out of sheer joy over a good day and love for my mate and she can be entirely alright and entirely understanding of that. Yesterday was such a good day. Walking around downtown Royal Oak and windowshopping the afternoon away was beautiful. I want to write more on it. As I told wooisme yesterday, I want to sing, dance, and write poetry all at once over it. But I'm so tired this evening and, despite thinking about it on and off through work today, I just don't have the words right now. *sigh*

I need to pack up a very late ebay item and then I'm being picked up for dinner by a pretty raccoon girl. I may write more later.