Well, it's been quite a few months and I'm still un-tempted to use my account here. It's just way too much of a pain in the ass to navigate anymore. So I'm off to the other many Web 2.0 applications with minimal naked girl action.

Ah well, it was good while it lasted.

Just so I don't unduly freak anyone out, a little forewarning: I'm gonna go anon in a week or so, till the end of my subscription. I'll still check in on y'all and you know how you can get hold of me if you wanna chat. Plus I'm in the Borg Collective just like everyone else, so feel free to catch me there.

Highlights from this week:
Got to CA, drove an hour to where my Grandparents live, hung out with them for a night.

Drove back into town, picked up boy.

Work, company parties, sleep. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Hang with a family friend for dinner.

Go to Pheonix for a couple days, for the boy's company award dinner.

Got on a plane to come home.

So glad to be home for a few weeks...get off the rollercoaster for a little while.

I'm digging on Twitter right now, it's nice to get little amusing snippets from people throughout the day. Makes me feel like I'm in touch with people despite my being an anti-social hermit...

Alright, evidentally I can't edit my last post.

Thanks to everyone for their concern. And thank goodness for the boy. I called up this morning after about 6 hours of crying in bed, he came over and cheered me up and watched a movie with me. At that point I was actually able to call and talk to her for a little bit, and even get up and do something productive with my day. Small victories. We'll see how tomorrow goes.
I was kinda hoping this would be the year I could get through without any major emotional trauma. I have this picture on the fridge of a family reunion from a few years back. I was looking at it... of the people related to me, every single person in the picture aside from me has been diagnosed with cancer. The youngest in the picture died of it 4 years ago, and the oldest will soon. How is it that I went from feeling fairly normal to feeling like I'm in the eye of a shit-storm of toxicity?

Long, bit-of-a-downer content

The question is this: do I remain blissfully ignorant and hope for the case like my grandma or aunt to live a long, healthy, active life, or do I take a test every year for the rest of my life in hopes of fending off this potential disease? What would you do, and why?

New Macbook, yeee! Cause I needed another reason to be even more antisocial.

I think one is officially old when the highlight of one's day is swapping phone calls about doctors appointment with one's parents. Here's hoping both are "it's not cancer" calls.

Well, here's the count so far: Budapest - cancelled. Vienna - nuh uh. Still have yet to hear back about London but that was a longshot anyway. At least I'll be spending the next month traveling off and on around the US. I wouldn't have been able to do the parts I'm most looking forward to now, had Budapest happened. So... oh well. Pooh.
Full-fledged rockstardom waits another year. At least my writing jobs are going well and I'll have them done on time.

What's new with you?

Update: JUSTORDEREDANEWMACBOOK, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!! Can'twaitcan'twaitcan'twait!!

Suddenly dealing with emotionally and physical stored and neglected crap is getting a bit easier. Seeming a bit more realistically tackle-able, as the tasks get smaller and more clear. As my head gets clearer, so too do the piles in forgotten corners of my apartment. Eventually it really will be livable in here.

Now, exiting the world of metaphor for a moment, I still am having a hard time figuring out what to do with mementos and the like. What the hell do you do with these things aside from sticking them in a closet and forgetting them till the next time you move? My dad gave me an etagére (I can't tell if that accent's right, stupid tiny font) which I decided to completely cram full of toys. Holy crap that's an explosive bit of colorfulness in an otherwise totally purple apartment. So, well, there's 3 boxes sorted in a satisfactory fashion! But letters and tiny nick-nacks....WTF. I'm torn.

I've also discovered the best way to get me to write is to put me in panic mode. I was stressing over a blog for work when it accidentally got posted after about 2 sentences had been put in. Suddenly it didn't have to be this big fuckin' production, and I finished writing the whole damn thing in about 5 minutes.