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Right now I'm sitting in the greyhound station waiting to go home after a nice (well, I really really hope it was nice for her. I had a good time, anyway) evening with skywardprodigal.

We went to a storytelling festival. It was good times, and I got all weephy like a sap when the two storytellers were talking about their school experiences (not good ones), and the lady one, Roberta Kennedy, told my favourite Raven story. The one where he steals fire. I'm a sucker for fire stories. S'up, Prometheus.

Here's hoping wolves don't eat me on the ride home. I hear they stalk greyhound buses for the easy, jostled around prey.