Headings and Headaches
Dec. 28th, 2004 02:53 pmStealing time from my dad while he watches war on the history channel and his dog barks outside. He wants sweet potatoes and I'm laxy, putting him off to find a bit of sanity.
I spent Christmas eve with the fine folks in the Casper, Wyoming ER. I did not have an aneurism. Thank god I don't even know how to spell that. I had a headache, intense and stabbing for days, and they gave me painkillers and I proceeded to zombify all through Christmas day. And yes, zombify is a word. Fandom had made it so.
I'm better now. Once the cure ran through my blood, proving worse than the disease as usual.
I'm loathe to go home, sitting here barefoot, sitting here away from my routine and my life. I miss you all, miss the days and the words, miss the brightness and the things that make me smile and shake my head and sing loudly. I'm not so sure I miss my real life. But I always return to it, for something. IT feeds me something, so that's good.
Writing, still smut. 42 pages and it's a retelling, a reimagining. Citrine is next because I know how to finish it, and I've read and read, made a small hat and a long scarf and finished the ugly scarf. Saw The Aviator and longed to be Kate Hepburn, her own person, and see more reading in my future, more balancing love and ignorance with my dad.
I miss you all, and have lots to catch up on, lots to do and say, lots to read and respond to.
I owe feedback to
fbf, but she knows I love her and am not ignoring her.
Take care!
And because
sabine101 has an icon I'm lusting after, we'll leave you with my Minnesota boy. Young and thoughtful, ready for the world to take notice.
I spent Christmas eve with the fine folks in the Casper, Wyoming ER. I did not have an aneurism. Thank god I don't even know how to spell that. I had a headache, intense and stabbing for days, and they gave me painkillers and I proceeded to zombify all through Christmas day. And yes, zombify is a word. Fandom had made it so.
I'm better now. Once the cure ran through my blood, proving worse than the disease as usual.
I'm loathe to go home, sitting here barefoot, sitting here away from my routine and my life. I miss you all, miss the days and the words, miss the brightness and the things that make me smile and shake my head and sing loudly. I'm not so sure I miss my real life. But I always return to it, for something. IT feeds me something, so that's good.
Writing, still smut. 42 pages and it's a retelling, a reimagining. Citrine is next because I know how to finish it, and I've read and read, made a small hat and a long scarf and finished the ugly scarf. Saw The Aviator and longed to be Kate Hepburn, her own person, and see more reading in my future, more balancing love and ignorance with my dad.
I miss you all, and have lots to catch up on, lots to do and say, lots to read and respond to.
I owe feedback to
Take care!
And because
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Date: 2004-12-28 10:05 pm (UTC)Try making sweet tater french fries for your dad.. those are the best.
I always enjoy your posts.. perhaps next time we are all in LA we can get chili cheese fries or sommit :p
:}
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Date: 2005-01-03 06:40 pm (UTC)And the chilli cheese fries sound like a plan:) Take care and Happy New Year:)
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Date: 2004-12-28 10:08 pm (UTC)Take care of yourself.
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Date: 2005-01-03 06:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-28 10:37 pm (UTC)::hugs you tight::
Keep being lazy for a while. It's good for you. As is smut writing. (The latter, of course, has never been proven. But it's never been disproven, either, so... *g*)
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Date: 2005-01-03 06:38 pm (UTC)And thanks honey:) Happy New Year!
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Date: 2004-12-28 10:45 pm (UTC):-*
loves you and am glad your head did not explode. It's probably all of the elevation changes getting to you. You're poor blood had NO idea how to go about doing its job.
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Date: 2005-01-03 06:37 pm (UTC)Loves you and hugs you and am intensely glad that you posted your story because I loves it, I do.
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Date: 2004-12-28 10:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-03 06:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-03 10:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-28 10:48 pm (UTC)I like to watch Katherine Hepburn on-screen but the idea of sleeping in despair on Spencer Tracy's doorstep doesn't appeal much.
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Date: 2005-01-03 06:36 pm (UTC)And yeah, I love her movies, but gah, also to loving Spencer Tracy. Alcoholic, married and I'm sure intensely charming, but oy.
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Date: 2004-12-28 11:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-03 06:34 pm (UTC)Happy New Year.
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Date: 2004-12-28 11:39 pm (UTC)Hospitals are good for they made you better but don't go back! That's hard on a girl's heart, here!
Take care, enjoy your time away but come back soon!
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Date: 2005-01-03 06:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-29 12:59 am (UTC)Yeah for zombification! (I'm jealous)
No more hospitals!
seva
(brought to you by excessive use of the exclamaition point!)
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Date: 2005-01-03 06:32 pm (UTC)Thanks honey, and Happy New Year.
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Date: 2004-12-29 01:05 am (UTC)I agree, no more hospitals allowed!
And zombify is totally a word.
I saw Lion in Winter last week, and while most of my Hepburn love had been taken up by the other unimaginably glamorous woman (I saw Sabrina at an impressionable age) I have an incredible admiration for Katharine Hepburn as well.
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Date: 2005-01-03 06:31 pm (UTC)I adore Katharine Hepburn, I love her poise and her clarity:)
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Date: 2004-12-29 03:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-03 06:30 pm (UTC)Hugs you tightly! I've missed you!
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Date: 2004-12-30 05:35 pm (UTC)*hugs* Glad you're OK.
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Date: 2005-01-03 06:29 pm (UTC)Happy New Year!
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Date: 2005-01-04 12:14 am (UTC)Wheeee!!!
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Date: 2005-01-04 12:34 am (UTC)