Went to GenderPlay last night. We should learn to read the rules before playing a game. Playing Yahtzee, we didn't realize that when you couldn't fill in a spot with a score you had to fill in a spot with a zero. Not knowing this the game eventually turned into roll after roll after roll of everyone trying to fill in that final box.

The next game we played was big fun. Each person wrote a sentence on the top of a piece of paper and passed it to the left. Next, each person drew a picture illustrating the sentence, folded over the sentence so it was no longer visible, and passed it to the left. Then, each person wrote a sentence describing the picture, folded over the picture, and passed it again. And so on and so forth. The results were hilarious.

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grrldan is moving to an apartment that is a 5 minute walk from where I live! I miss having friends living in the neighborhood. There is an level of interaction that one can have with friends that live extremely close that is hard to achieve otherwise.

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Towards the end of GenderPlay I learned something disconcerting. Apparently one of the floaters had been in control for a large portion of a previous GenderPlay. After talking about the night, I realized that there were parts of the night that didn't make chronological sense and there was definitely large and important parts the I do not remember at all. I remember only a couple people showing up for the night, apparently it was crowded enough that people were standing above me to play Boggle. Whoever the floater was, they were well behaved and simply played Boggle (and possibly other games).

There are three things that are disconcerting about floaters:

1) They are not part of the Central Group. They do not share consciousness. I, and as far as I know everyone else in the Central Group, have no way of knowing what they have done, except through the reports of others. I do not like not knowing what the body is up to.

2) Floaters seem to take over when the Central Group is unstable. Usually, as far as I know, the Central Group is able to maintain control of the body most of the time. We, in the Central Group may switch who is in front, but it is usually is one of us. At least I hope it usually is. Unfortunately, most of the time it is only obvious that a floater has taken control when I hear it from other people, or when I notice large chronological inconsistencies in the chain of events. Usually, it is not obvious anything occurred. Everything seems to blend together from a subjective viewpoint. It's hard to explain, but the jumps usually aren't obvious when they happen (although, sometimes they can be obvious).

3) I, and as far as I know everyone else in the Central Group, know next to nothing about the floaters. I do not know if they have taken names, and if so what they are. I only know a very few things about them. I know one of them, the one at the game, can conduct themselves in a manner that doesn't draw attention. I know one of them speaks with a Spanish accent. I know one of them is a little. But that is it. I know there are at least three, but how many more is a complete guess. I'm fine with sharing within the Central Group. We all know each other. But I'm not that comfortable sharing the body with complete strangers.

The burn on my foot has shown a lot of improvement since I started using the Cephalexin and Silver Sulfadiazine. It still looks scary, but it is definitely on the mend. I'm very glad I saw the doctor yesterday.

Bebe got a job, so now she can start paying the money she owes on bills! She's going to be working behind the deli counter at the corner store.

Victor finally spent the night here one night last week. I thought he was moving in, but he has yet to really do that. I don't know why he's paying been paying rent since the beginning of December for a place he doesn't live, but as long as he keeps paying his share, he can take as long as he wants.

All the roommates in the House of Clocks now have separate voice mailboxes. No more Bebe accidentally erasing my messages.

I painted green the handles and rims on various items of cookware in the kitchen. Now that Bebe has started eating meat more often I really don't want to be cooking with the same pans. And, if Victor ever moves in, he will probably be cooking meat. So, the new rule is green = veggie only.