Anybody who can spare a good wish or thought or prayer, could you please, please, please send them toward my godson and his mama, because he is trying to come way, way, waaaaayyy too early. Like, his lungs will not support him if he comes right this minute, and I know I said I could hardly wait and all, BUT I CAN WAIT UNTIL HE CAN BREATHE, I PROMISE, OKAY.

The hospital did some tests wrong and so they won't know what, exactly, is wrong, or whether it is scaryscaryscary dangerous until tomorrow when they redo the tests, so...I know it doesn't really work like this, but until we know it's bad it feels like we can still fix it.

And you, know, it could be nothing, just a slight slipup that won't mess with the health of either of them. It could, and I'm believing my hardest that it is.

But just in case it's not: please, please: good wishes for them? For BabyBoy, Beloved By Lu, and his mother, MusicalGal, Also Beloved By Lu?



ETA: As a sign of good faith, I'm naming him. He gets his journal nickname right now. Send good thoughts to Chord, who is the result of MusicalGal and Mr. MusicalGal making something beautiful together.

On Friday night, I went down to spend the night with MusicalGirl and (to a lesser, but no less enjoyable, extent) Mr. MusicalGirl. When we woke up the next morning, we drove back to where I live, and I dragged MusicalGirl with me as I went shopping for supplies for my new preschool classroom, and then we all three went to see Shrek 3.

I spent today mostly lying in bed, miserable--I do hate it when my tummy rebels--but made myself get up and work on all the stuff I need to start my class tomorrow. While I glue-gunned pipe cleaners and mixed salt dough, I put in a DVD of first season Veronica Mars.

You know, guys--it hurts. My show used to be so awesome. *weeps for what might have been*

Got my THUD! tonight. Sang, "I've got a book, I've got my book, and it's got Vimes and trolls and dwarves and Sibyll and baby Sam and Vimes and trolls and dwarves and LOTS AND LOTS OF VIMES and trolls and dwarves and Sibyll and I've got a book..." all the way home.

WANT TO MAKE ICON of Sam's version of Where's My Cow?

( Cut for spoilers and people who don't know Pratchett...these are serious spoilers, really, DON'T CLICK unless you've read it )

I will update on the Jen thing later. But it's too flipping late. I've only just finished the book and am GOING TO BED, sure to regret how late I stayed up tomorrow.

Night all.

Bubble bath.

That was put in solely for the purposes of making Jen laugh.

So...he was three and a half hours late. We got two-thirds of what we'd planned done without him, and then the store we wanted to go to closed. Then I discovered that without at least Kimi as a catalyst, we really don't have much to say to each other, though I'm not sure whether this is because we don't know each other well or whether we honestly don't have much in common beyond the--I have to admit this much--incredibly similar sense of humor. Still, his part was not very exciting. This is all right. I'm glad I found out--I needed to, so that the friendship could proceed.

I still had a TON of fun. I've missed Jen a great deal, and her new guy (the excuse for all this) is fantastic. We had a great deal of fun quoting Muppet movies at one another and making the incredibly rich chocolate marshmallow cookies that are pure evil. And Jen and I were completely like, psychically connected tonight, which made us laugh a lot.

I've been tempted into staying the night...sorry, Ellen, I'll ping you tomorrow night instead...and am going to make Jen watch a Cary Grant classic.

Night all!

May 16 (and aren't we ashamed it's been so long...):


Midnight - You are a deep thinker, always searching
for answers and never quite at home. You are
very contemplative, and enjoy being alone with
your thoughts.


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I’m starting to get addicted to these things…

Anyway…

That was weird. It’s hard, most of the time, to think of him as a PERSON…but that…it was like me reaching immediately for my DWJ when I’ve just had a fight, or getting in the shower after my accident. He is…real…

I think that’s the word. So often he’s just…a presence, or a monster. He’s never a person, never anything to be aware of except in taking precautions. Sometimes it is so hard to get a real idea of who he is, to see his side of it…but I can over this thing, I really can. It’s like Ma, until she really began to talk about it, to show her acceptance of events and decisions, was never a real person in this conflict either.

But enough of that…to be mulled over later.

Other comments that should have been made MUCH earlier than this:

Finally caved in to temptation and bought the latest DWJ book. Sequel to Deep Secret.

Nowhere near as good. Zem. Okay, I guess, but…really, I think it’s her worst yet. Kind of YotG and DLoD, but reversed, and more extreme. I’m mad. I also succumbed to temptation at eleven and didn’t make myself go to sleep ‘til one-thirty, and I’ve been up late w/ this latest fic, too, altogether not a good thing for my health. Being sleep-deprived makes my head do the weirdest things. It does them to Jen, too, which is a good thing, really…she’s a lot more friendly then. I don’t know why it is that she just all of a sudden withdrew from the circle, but I missed her…she’s a fellow DWJ-person (yay!) and she’s got a great personality in general. Today we were working on those STUPID problems (why doesn’t he just admit he doesn’t really know what to do w/ us?) and actually, I’m enjoying them much more because I get to do them across a desk from her.

Wrote the APE script yesterday, and I think this is going to be a blast. I’m so glad! We’re a great bunch, we really are, when we put our minds to it.

Had a weird dream w/ MPP. Don’t remember much.

OH! Finally realized that Parker IS, in fact, James, when he/they are being intellectual. Parker explaining an integration problem is James answering a Trans. Theory question. The rest of the time it’s just kinda borderline.

Something else…oh. AP Calc. On second thought, let’s not think abt it. Suffice it to say: wrong mode.

Oh, good GRIEF, can’t believe I forgot: GOT THE MAGAZINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And my pieces look great, and Werewolf is AMAZING, and Candle Label is still cracking me up—mental note, share w/ Riddles—and the banquet was a smash. And Melina was SO funny when she heard.

Amy’s right. I have no subtlety to me.

Been talking a lot more w/ Kimi lately, in gen, and am very glad of it. I love the way her mind works…I wish she HAD been a staffer, she’d have fit perfectly.

Glad I am not trying to shoot people tonight…

Senior Dinner-Dance tomorrow. I wish there was some way to get this AMAZING Diane-do to last ‘til then. At least I know the dress will be perfect.

Wouldn’t it be weird if I WON Class Clown? Still can’t believe I was even nominated…I’ve never thought of myself that way.

I really need to go chore, and really don’t want to.

Turn off the computer, Kait. Go. Work.