a walk and an apology

Class with Andrew in the morning felt obligatory for both of us, him in his sickness and me in my weariness, but he put on a good dog-and-pony-show that kept me entertained and laughing and surprised when we left the room and he returned to his drowsy, sniffly self.  I met with Nate and Meredith to film around the library, the Stagecoach, and the house, and then Chris joined us for the apartment scene and the coffee QS.  We stayed in the porn-room set (dubbed so by Andrew because of its vinyl paneling) for hours, talking, burning candles (how rebellious!) and enjoying fellowship.  We went to latenight with Steve, and then to the barn to play Apples to Apples until 3 am.  It was an interesting and sudden experience, being integrated into the group, and I think in someways it has harmful connotations.  It doesn't help when I continuously struggle to accept people for their goodness, and instead worry about the ways in which they clearly are conspiring against me.

I think the night ended well, with a walk and an apology and a reaffirmation.