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Oh dear, more drunken lowercase angst in last night's entry. Actually the Calling was excellent up until just about the end - I had long and interesting conversations with R, also with DM, KS and O-M (who are getting married this September!) and danced with lovely K who introduced me to her friend Z and wants me to go to raves with her. I got to the Calling a bit later than G, who'd shared a taxi in (I'd had to go back to my place to change, and then when I set out for the club, realised half way there that I had to go back for my wallet). G had been in a bad mood earlier due to discovering that an old friend of his was associating with an old enemy of his. When I went out, he posted to his lj in a way which implied he was upset about something rather different. And when I saw him in the club he said he'd sorted out the problem with his friend over ICQ, but that he was unhappy due to having old bad memories about past relationships stirred up. Which didn't make me feel particularly cheerful. Anyway.
Then at the end of the evening while we were helping GC carry his vinyl down to the car, we met M off commune, who informed G that an old friend of his is seriously ill. After this, G was inconsolably upset and angry at the world, which I suppose is understandable, but which triggered me into a feeling of futility as well. It's a mood I get in sometimes: feeling I am powerless to help those I care about (I felt this a lot last year). Ah, enough self-pity.