@Rachael - glad to hear things are a bit better and that some of it was just the body chemicals. I hate when they make my mood go down the drain.
I did a timed workout today and beat my time by 2min 20sec!! hooray fitness! I can't remember if I already mentioned this but my mom was recently diagnosed with type II diabetes (mild, luckily), so I am back on a weight loss plan for the sake of my own future health.
I missed yesterday, because I was busy w/ the good thing: I spent about 6 hours text-chatting on Skype last night w/ five other girls from tumblr, fangirling about this radio showand Mark Lamarr's cat meowing during the broadcast and the possibility that maybe he knows he has a fan club and dropped words like "erection" and "hot pants" and "delicious" into the conversation just to fuck w/ us. I try not to be a slobbering fangirl much, but it's definitely worth it to chat w/ some fun ladies.
@raz. Sorry to hear that. As a biker myself I know how rough it can be on the road.
i've just had a little short story published at Inky Squib. This grew out of a writing exercise based on Passive Aggressive Notes. The Fibril Prosthetic Mine was based on the note on the bottom right Passive Aggressive Notes
The fella and I have spent the day together, eating cheap pizza and going to see the Avengers and generally enjoying the bonus check I got yesterday while we can. And, oh my god, Avengers...
"Hey, Robin! We're going for a run. Wanna come?" "Ah, I don't know. I haven't been here in a month and I'm really out of shape...how long?" "3km." (about 2 miles) "...I'm going to hate you when it's done, won't I?" "You hate me anyways from the last run we did." "...Point. Let's go."
And then I nearly died. But I feel good about it. Plus I like that I have some cool friends at that gym.
@britannica, thank you. I listened to that twice today. At work. Is there by any chance an online repository of Lamarr's earlier radio shows? I'd kill to have a collection.
Found out that my story Branch has been selected by Wigleaf as one of their Top 50 very Short Fictions of 2012 out of a longlist of 200 http://wigleaf.com/2012top503.htm
@allana, No anything organized, no, but if you search #god's jukebox on tumblr, my friends have posted links to shows... I don't know if all of the links still work, so I might try to put together a little archive page or something for you.
I don't want to jinx anything, but it sounds like the ex and I are coming to an agreement about custody that won't require thousands of dollars (that neither of us have) in lawyers and a complete destruction of any working relationship/ability to co-parent that we've built up. How is this different than the last times you ask? The tone. Nothing is set in stone, or even agreed upon so it can implode at any moment, but our discussions have come further than we've gotten in the past. Please pray to any G/god(s) that you might have handy on my behalf. If we can work through this I think I'll be able to move out of my mom's and significantly closer to civilization.
@sellmeyoursoul: I'm not sure what my higher power is...maybe it's the universe, or the great unknown...I don't know, but what I do know is that when I'm despairing I often find myself saying, "God help me!" Anyway, I've just done a prayer to wish you the best. For personal reasons, I feel very strongly about the whole parenting thing.
@brittanica: Ta for the virtual hug, I'm glad you seem to be feeling better.
Spent so much of the week either just trying to work or stepping lightly over the skein that separates me from mucky, dragging emotions. Happiness has felt almost desperate.
But I got to watch this video today and I'm smiling and crying and laughing and talking to God.
"I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate." --BLADE RUNNER
Plus I'm thinking about a future tattoo, which I may like to get for my Birthday in December. Basically, Huggin and Muninn (Odin's Ravens whose names translate in to "Thought" and "Memory", two VERY important things to me) flying up my right arm.