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I have resisted the siren call of the phone so far. I did break down and buy the complete Gilmore Girls, which was on sale (don't judge me! I love that show. Was amazingly well written and acted) and a pair of new shoes, which I needed.
The really good news is that my friend's son does not have cancer. They're not sure what it is, but they know it's not malignant. Hugs relief. Though, for a nanosecond, I had this thought. "Now he's just another person who doesn't understand" Which was a deeply horrible thing to think. It passed, though, washed away by relief that he doesn't have to endure it.
My mind still drifts now and then to the barely ten percent chance I had of survival and how I made it. It's interesting, this feeling. Not good or bad or anything in particular. Kind of like seeing an exotic and unfamiliar animal for the first time. Fascination, maybe.
The guy, K, from the big misunderstanding on that Tuesday of the doctor's appointment, messaged me on BearWWW yesterday. After not answering my email for almost two weeks and not appearing on Skype or MSN in that time either. I had kind of written him off, figuring he found me as difficult as I found him.
Couple of other possibilities with potential. Biding my time. I know what I want, and I figure I'll recognize it when I see it and I'll dive in with both feet.
Discovered a really good word processing program called Atlantis. Almost all of the functionality of Word, except for collaborative processes, so no tracking of changes, but it has everything else I need and the licence is only around $40. Giving it a test run right now.
Still waiting for word on the novel from the editor/publisher that's looking at it.
And MSN has quit working on my netbook and I have no idea why. Grrrr.
Sunday, Bloody (good) Sunday, my darlings
The really good news is that my friend's son does not have cancer. They're not sure what it is, but they know it's not malignant. Hugs relief. Though, for a nanosecond, I had this thought. "Now he's just another person who doesn't understand" Which was a deeply horrible thing to think. It passed, though, washed away by relief that he doesn't have to endure it.
My mind still drifts now and then to the barely ten percent chance I had of survival and how I made it. It's interesting, this feeling. Not good or bad or anything in particular. Kind of like seeing an exotic and unfamiliar animal for the first time. Fascination, maybe.
The guy, K, from the big misunderstanding on that Tuesday of the doctor's appointment, messaged me on BearWWW yesterday. After not answering my email for almost two weeks and not appearing on Skype or MSN in that time either. I had kind of written him off, figuring he found me as difficult as I found him.
Couple of other possibilities with potential. Biding my time. I know what I want, and I figure I'll recognize it when I see it and I'll dive in with both feet.
Discovered a really good word processing program called Atlantis. Almost all of the functionality of Word, except for collaborative processes, so no tracking of changes, but it has everything else I need and the licence is only around $40. Giving it a test run right now.
Still waiting for word on the novel from the editor/publisher that's looking at it.
And MSN has quit working on my netbook and I have no idea why. Grrrr.
Sunday, Bloody (good) Sunday, my darlings