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Saturday, Jul. 09, 2005
Doornails Hurricanes and Puppies

Dateline: Saturday

Subject: I am terminally insane.

Yeah, yeah, I know. Tell you something you don't already know, right?

I just spent the afternoon on the phone with luciab (and having a wonderful time of it, I might add - though you should pity her for the fact that I ramble as much on the telephone as on here. If not more.) Neat lady and very nice voice.

We came to the conclusion that I'm certifiable - again, not exactly news.

However, she was kind enough to soothe my insecurities, at least inasfar as the issue of my requirements for social interaction with members of the opposite sex. Translation: I'm not outrageously picky in terms of dates. Either that, or she was humoring me. Either way, I'm good.

I was a good little doobie and went in late morning to finish up my work, though I forgot to drop off the payment for my cable bill. So if I don't have Internet service this week, y'all will know why. I'll probably put it in the cable company's drop box tomorrow, but not leaving home again tonight. Call it lazy, call it tired, call it too broke to pay attention and waiting on dinner, it doesn't matter to me.

It really IS a lazy day. Other than an hour or so at work earlier today, I haven't done much that could be remotely considered constructive. Made some marinated mushrooms and sliced up a tomato and munching on that - waiting for the chicken and potatoes to get done cooking. Real mashed potatoes, which I haven't had in forever. Yeah, they're not Atkins. Oh well. I'm starving (no, not literally - my waistline will attest to that!) and I had four potatoes left that hadn't gone bad. Couldn't let them go to waste, now, could I???

Her-Story sent me a text message from her phone, saying they're at the airport waiting for takeoff. I can't believe that they're still headed for Florida, considering that Hurricane Dennis is en route.

Also heard from 00 and her puppy is doing dramatically better. She said he hit a crisis point yesterday morning but about lunchtime yesterday did a turnaround. She said he downed about half of the puppy formula at once, and since then has been playing and happy ever since. I think Pipeboy gets paid Monday. Hopefully they'll be able to get more of the formula then.

Yes, D-Manz, a weed problem typically has a different meaning here, too. But in this instance we're talking about wildfire. I will refrain from making wisecracks, no matter how tempted I am, and leave it at that.

I'm really glad it's the weekend, but my get up and go got up and went. Think I'm going to sign off and go take a nap while I've got time. The Internet is dead as a doornail!

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 - )