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Well, there have been times when I have written a journal entry
the day after, so this isn't the worst I've been. It's 11:57 eastern,
and I know I can't do this in three minutes, so, sure, ok, it's late.
Fuggit.
I am starting to see some response to my page. I mean, there used to be a thin trickle of email from my AW buddies, which might get a little heavier after an update, but now I have people stumbling across my page during search engine runs for lyrics (hi, you know who you are) and that kind of thing, which is kinda cool. Yesterday I wrote Some Explanation Required, so that folks I don't know can get the TV Guide-style synopsis of what my "show" is all about. I am getting less and less time to devote to my site, but more and more stuff I wanna do with it. I did initiate a contest on the AW Photo Album page. The prize is lame, but the idea is to have fun. I also want a personal photo album, so I can show off my loved ones, many of whom are not AW citizens. Remeber when I said someone I love dearly doesn't have time for me anymore? He sent me a message; no I do not know if it had anything to do with my journal. I'd be shocked if he had time to read it. But he did let me know that he knows how it's affecting me, and that I am not the only one. To let me know that I still matter to him. Seeing him say that, to acknowledge my hurt, set me crying. I don't mean that I wish he hadn't said anything, quite the opposite. It's just that I miss him so damn much. It's been raining. Probably won't have a yard sale tomorrow. Some of you know the significance of that. Has anyone studied the dynamics of the way drinking glasses break? I knocked a glass off my desk with my elbow tonight, and very little glass was near the impact site. Most of the tiny thin shards picked one general compass direction and went that-a-way, and a pretty long way too. In the opposite direction, not a single sliver. This subject is of some importance to me, cuz I am a bit phobic about broken glass. Some of those shards can get so thin it's bone-chilling. I am hungry again. After the hoagie my friend bought me, I should be set until lunch tomorrow. Guess I am making up for lost meals. There have been quite a few. I still have not made a memorial webpage for Lyddie. I have no picture for it, and... ...and I am making excuses. I don't have to have her picture. Lots of beautiful things can be done without a picture of her. Am I whining? I get the feeling I am, and if so, someobdy shoot me! <sigh> Ok now for the good news...lemme think of some. My baby boy is trying his hand at "Itsy Bitsy Spider" these days. His version kinda goes like this: Itsy bitsy spider
HIs favorite story is the one about going to the airport. It goes: Airport! <eyes round> Airplanes! Nyow, nyowwww. <swooping arm>
Guess it's as much of a dance as it is a story. And I did get a delightful phone call this morning, so for at least a little while today, my day didn't suck. Thanks. |