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Sunday, Apr. 18, 2004
Of Wine and Dozes

It's an outrageous time of the night, but thanks to a combination of factors I slept all day yesterday. As a result I'm now wide awake and trying to reformat my diary page so it doesn't go off the page for someone with a 600x800 resolution, and so you can scroll just the story, rather than the full page.

Yes, I have other constructive things I could be doing, but they might require intellectual attention I'm not ready to apply at this hour of the morning. Though considering how many ways I found to screw up this format while playing with it, guess I should wait until I'm awake to do that, too.

I am getting more and more antsy for 00 and Pipeboy to move out. I want to paint, I want to only buy the things on my diet list, and I want to have my space. I'm sick of sleeping on the sofa when I have a new bed.

I am no Picasso or Michaelangelo, but I can paint. I only have one painting scanned in, thumbnail at left. It's done in acrylics and hanging in my sister's kitchen, last I heard, though who knows if it's still there. As always, I put the thumbnail here but if you click on it, it'll bring up a larger image.

Pipeboy got his money and bought a truck. He's paid me no rent, and if he doesn't have a job within two more weeks he'll be living in said truck. If that makes me selfish and bitchy, oh well. Daughter will undoubtedly go ballistic and end up quitting her job, then expect me to keep supporting her. Guess what? She's in for a rude awakening, at that point. Mom's thisclose to walking away from everything ane not looking back.

I suppose I should try to go back to bed and pretend to sleep, like a semi-normal person. I have lots of work to do but less than zero ambition at the moment.

Good thing I'm not a believer in horoscopes. This one's a little too sacchirine for Sagg's like me:

  • The pack of astrological energies circulating in the heavens above you is going to feel like a great big group hug. In short, expect nothing but the best in all departments.

Isn't that special...

Guess I should've bought a lottery ticket yesterday in my sleep! Or at least a good bottle of wine.

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 - )