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[dr_pretentious]

Almost everyone I know in the Twin Cities is safe and accounted for. Call me a perfectionist, but I'm holding out for everyone everyone before I stop fretting.

leapfaith, are you all right?

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[leapfaith.livejournal.com]

Milady,

I am physically ok. My internet connection is now on the once-or-twice-a-week plan, so it is no longer the preferred way to communicate in any urgent way. Do feel free to call, even if only to touch base; it isn't nearly as expensive as it was when we were in college. So far it seems everyone I know managed to dodge being on the bridge at the wrong moment, so the only effect it has had on me is emotional. I am scared of heights, although, oddly, flying is ok- if I get nervous, I just assume I'm about to die a fiery, screaming death, and then its all settled, and I can relax.

On the other hand, one of my more unpleasant private terrors is the thought of driving across a bridge and having it spontaneously collapse under me. I had never actually encountered such a phenomenon in the real world before, however. Some of the descriptions of the collapse were quite vivid, and I've had some difficulty getting to sleep since, and was up until after 3am that night imagining just how horrific it must have been for those involved. I'm now trying, somewhat more successfully, not to think about it. Another of my private fears is that an ex-girlfriend will decide to emulate one of my old ex-girlfriends, Louise, who, back in college, managed to nuke my friendships with Ellen & Margaret by talking about me behind my back. Ynyr has finally admitted that she cannot handle even being friends with me. I can cope with that just fine, as she hasn't been acting like a friend since December. However, she has apparently decided to tell tales about me, and her new housemates think I'm a stalker, which is almost amusing considering how far I've gone to avoid running into her for the past 7 months. Another couple of people she's talked to have decided to ban me from their residence, which means I'm free from their Saturday-evening D&D campaign which I was trying to think of a polite way to get out of, so there's a silver lining, but still. Holding up fine, so far, but I was really hoping that 6 months apart from me wouldn't lead to this sort of historical revisionism.

Anyway, I stayed late at work, and was about a couple miles from the bridge, on a side street, when it collapsed.