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The other day I was grumbling to myself about how rude it was that someone I know never answered my last email, in which I'd sort of put myself on the line trying to reestablish a friendship (romantic friendship) that had stumbled. I had stubbornly refused to write again (what a jerk not to answer, blah blah blah) as the months went by; I blew off the potential for a non-romantic frienship entirely by simply being irritated at the non-responsiveness. I felt all put upon.

Because life has a nasty sense of irony, I found out in a bizarre way that this person passed away not long after my last letter. I found out by signing on to the online roleplaying game he had introduced me to and had installed on my computer one weird long night. Tonight I met up with another friend I hadn't seen online for a while. After we'd goofed around thwapping monsters and cracking jokes for some time, she took me to see a new area in the game, a memorial for the character of a player who had died—she didn't know the fellow, but understood he'd been around the game for a long time, and isn't this a nice new area with good sound effects, etc.

So I've spent the last ten minutes or so confirming all this.

I feel really weird.

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Always gladly accepted. Thank you.

Still feeling pretty weird. Tonight I'm going to catch up on everyone's ljs. I'm thinking it's a good idea to make sure I'm in touch with and up to date with all my friends.