It blew over. No snow storm. Sigh. Well, at least it's snowing. And the snow is the important thing, not the storm. I just hope it will be enough. Enough to last for a white christmas. I will be very disappointed if I don't wake up to a white lawn tomorrow. It best keep snowing or I'll kick some ass. Don't ask me what ass, I haven't planned that far ahead yet. But trust me, asses will be kicked.

Alritey then. My last day of normalcy is almost over.

What a nice way to spend it. Feeling guilty and upset at the lack of storm. Weather forecast says rain for christmas. Damnit. I hope they are as wrong as they were about the snow storm. Bah.

I have been doing nothing all day. Watched Unbreakable (nice twist), waited for the storm. Relaxed.

Tomorrow is the last day at the Barn. Two years of working there and now it's almost over. It will be a little sad. I won't have much time to dwell on it though. I'll have to do shopping and preparation for Tuesday. It will be icy outside instead of snowy. Grumble. I will be like Bambi. And I might have trouble with the ice too.

I'm feeling scared. And excited. About meeting Skye again. In honour of the newer readers maybe I should recap our story a little. We met on this here intarweb a few years ago. Actually, she saw my posts on MTV's teletext pages first. That was before I had an internet capable computer. I went to the library and got myself a fancy, free email address. And eventually I did get internet access at home. And we talked over email. And then started chatting. And one night she told me she loved me. Which suprised me and scared the living daylights out of me. Before getting internet I had spent oh about 5 years alone in my room, rotting away from the world. No social skills, no friends. Never ever any love. But she loved me. She loves me. Since then it's been a long road, trying to accept it. It's still hard. I don't see myself as lovable. But it's getting better. We met for the first time in October last year. She came, spent the night, and left the next day. She lives in the Netherlands, I live in Denmark. We probably spent more time on the train than we did together awake. But it was the most amazing thing ever, because she still loved me after she had met me. I think that was the point where I started allowing myself to really accept that it was possible. And I allowed myself to have the feelings too. Feelings have always been hard for me, I'm still not good at dealing with them always. But Skye has softened me up. I get all smiley about kitties and puppies. And I'm working on the deeper feelings too.

And then of course we were together in the summer vacation this year. We spent a week in a beautiful little bungalow. With chickens and birds and forests and sunshine. The travel was hard (13-14 hours by bus, for someone who rarily leaves his house) but it was pretty amazing spending all that time together too. And now we're going to spend a week together again. Christmas together. Our 3rd meeting.

If we don't scare eachother to death first.

I think we probably won't. Hopefully it will be another amazing time.

And speaking of amazing, it's time for the suprisingly modest calendar candle. Entry the 21st is open for you.

Classic holiday spirit.

Now I'm going to go. I have a couple of busy days ahead.

Let it snow, slet it snow, let it snow.

np: nothing