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[nilchance]

Didn't do mini-nano yesterday. I got deflected from my goal by doctor visits and obsessive CNN watching. Because, Obama! I'm glad I wasn't at work yesterday, because my sheer glee couldn't be contained. I danced, when I heard. I bounced and I threw my arms up and I laughed, because it felt like hope had come back to our country.

So, yeah. I'm sorry I missed my goal. I am NOT sorry, however, about that one hour couples massage I had yesterday. Hnnngh. My guy (and why is it that most of the therapists who do trigger point massage are male?) popped every cord I had, basically played Freebird on my neck, and killed an incoming headache. I nearly cried on him with sheer gratitude. Felt soooo good.

And then I went home and saw the news on Prop 8, and was too depressed to do anything but snuggle my wife. Yes, my wife. I know that human rights issues never succeed in popular election, but it's damned hard not to take it personally that some assholes sit secure in their marriage rights and take away ours. That they look at our love and call it less. It stings, and it's personal, and it's infuriating.

I want to make cookies for the LGBT group on campus now. I want to hold their hands and tell them that it doesn't matter, that it'll be okay and that they don't have to own other people's hate. It's so hard, though, to think that our time has finally come and to hear again and again, not now, not yet, not so fast. My heart breaks for the couples in California.

Yesterday: very full and bittersweet.

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Yes. So much word. People tell me I'm too angry about things like this, and I just... it's personal. They don't mean an abstract concept, they mean me and my wife and my friends.