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[sovay]

I have very important exams tomorrow at nine o'clock. As I have been studying, the only time I was out of my house today was to pick up dinner at Gourmet Heaven, which is the local sort of overpriced convenience store with buffet that I imagine attends upon most universities (they sell four different brands of paper plate and a whole wall of Japanese snacks that I have never dared try, although I eye the crab chips every time I walk out). I hadn't seen anyone else all day. I'd barely answered e-mails. I'd been reading.

And I walked in tonight to locate some hot food, and sitting there at one of the little tables was someone I care for dearly, who lives in a different state and whom I hadn't seen in somewhere around three weeks, with a sheaf of roses, a good-luck card, and a plate of hamentashn.

That is what good friends are worth.

Comments

[strange-selkie.livejournal.com]

Good luck. I'm holding my thumbs for you.

(He brought you roses?)

[sovay]

He brought roses. Despite the fact that as far back as 2002, I associated this song with him:

I won't send roses, or hold the door
I won't remember which dress you wore
My heart is too much in control
The lack of romance in my soul
Will turn you grey, kid, so stay away, kid
Forget my shoulder when you're in need
Forgetting birthdays is guaranteed
And should I love, you would be the last to know
I won't send roses, and roses suit you so . . .

The bit about the birthdays, however, is spot-on. He always thinks mine is shirei_shibolim's.

Thumbs appreciated. And now, I will sleep.