Rufus is at the total peak of his artistic skills anyway so basically I was letting a master take me for a ride. I'll be getting back on that pony on Thursday, when I return to see another show with la_mysterieuse. Woo!
The cat has arrived and is occasionally coming out from her hiding place to say hello. However, it was the traps I bought on Saturday that caught the first mouse last night. I look forward to being utterly rid of them shortly.
Oh yeah. Last night I realized I experience my memories more vividly than many, especially my memories of bad emotional times. Remembering what happened just kicks it all up in my memory again. I think more people probably dampen this stuff down and then don't remember it very well, but for me it kicks up very actively in all of its psycho-dramatic glory. It's part of the reason I don't usually re-approach people I've cut out: if even thinking of them kicks up the nausea and tears, how is "being friends" even possible? Best to stay far away, I think.