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Tuesday, Feb. 06, 2007
Tryptophan Tryst

I'm still alive here, albeit stressing. Again.

00 called me today to say she got her five-day notice for not paying her rent. (She finally got her own place, then immediately lost her job because the cab she called on a Sunday morning never showed up.)

She was hoping she would get all of her W-2's so she could get one of those rapid-refund loans, at least enough to pay another month's rent. Once she gets that she can concentrate on finding a job again, but she said she doesn't want to even hit the job market without knowing where she'll be living next week.

After a talk to Rosietoes this evening it was agreed she could come here and would probably have a job the minute she arrived, but 00 doesn't want to come where she will literally never see her friends or her son. I can understand that, though I am still worried about her.

She promised to call me tomorrow if she needs us to go get her. It'll kill my day off (not to mention my bank account, which is already in abysmal territory,) but so be it.

I had planned to write a for-pay article tonight but I'm so damned tired I can't see straight, so I think instead I'm going to curl up with a book and pretend I'm really not too broke for words. I haven't abandoned the novel, either; but again, there's this whole "Just let me veg out and nobody dies" thing going on in my body.

I did make a big dinner tonight - something obviously doesn't happen much these days, not with me working second shift and Rosie and Zeb gone constantly. Needless to say, MC was really happy to get real food, and Rosie's Evil Child didn't shed any tears over getting her share, either. I went all out: braised chicken breasts, real mashed potatoes made with sour cream, chicken gravy and corn.

With Rosie gone all the time now, we hadn't had corn in a while so it was a treat!

I didn't attempt dessert tonight. We have a toaster oven in the kitchen and I was working on something, but my body finally decided that it would sabotage my plans to make something sweet, therefore I couldn't make myself sick that way. One of these days I will make some homemade gingerbread, though.

However, for now I think I'm going to have to concede that chicken and mashed potatoes contain entirely too much tryptophan for me to write until it wears off. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Before - After

In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )