I didn't know they broke up. :(


Going to be in Taos July 16-20, if anyone's in the mood for some sky.



ps. Remix due when??? Criminey.

Hiya, lj. I totally forgot I had signed up to be cancelled from work tonight, so as I was pulling out of my garage, grumbling (as you do), I got the call. Whee! So I immediately squeeled on outa here and headed for the Salvation Army store on El Camino, and got like 3 shirts and 7 books and some sheets for my bed and a crocheted poncho, all for 8 bucks. It was half-off day today, you see.

(Cutest little girl there, name was Amicham, which I know because her mother said it approx. 4,000 times. Amicham went up to every single person in the store and said Heellloooooooo, just like Seinfeld, and I laughed every time. Amicham had DORA THE EXPLORER shoes, except she called them Doya, and Amicham was a year and a half old, except she told everyone she was 5, and omg - so cute. Made me miss my niece, who I remember being a year and a half old as if it were just yesterday, but who just bought her first bra. What!!)

Totally made up for the most boring mall in the world, aka Stanford Shopping Center, which I went to last week for the hell of it. Now, I'm not opposed to spending money (<.<), but when Banana Republic is the red-headed stepstore stuck all the way in the back, well. Five hundred smackers for a pair of shoes should be a special, giddy-making occasion, y'all, not a typical afternoon out. Freaking Palo Alto. There are stables here. For the students who bring their horses to college.

Thank goodness I'm not the envious type.

All signed up for massage school, which starts in October - the latest move in my continuing quest for a job that doesn't stress me out. Stanford Hospital is awesome, the pay is fantastic, the unit and the people, I love 'em quite a bit. I fit in very well. But, you know, nursing, and 13 hr days, non-stop, so I'm heading up to Berkeley 3 days a week come fall to become an Esalen certified massage person, which is to say, massage with all kinds of energy work & mindfulness & right living & such added in. There are also classes in bodywork for terminal illness and for trauma and for old people, and also I get some kind of discount on workshops at the Esalen Retreat in Big Sur, which seems like a way cool place, and all in all this way I'll be playing to my strengths as a comforter and also finding a way to transition away from bedside nursing. I'm excited about it!

/random


Here's a couple of fun links for ya, by way of saying Happy May!


Down with This Sort of Thing, I tell you. *snif*

People are Awesome. Also, dogs. Sheep... are really, really patient.

OMG OMG I WANT A COOOOOOODE.




/hee <3 donna

Oops, dreaded NTLDR error on my Windows-based laptop. Thank goodness for my MacBook.

Anyhow, Person Who is Remixing One of My Stories, you can check out the My Fiction tag here on my journal for the few stories that aren't on the website, and also there's this: my MTYG story from last year, which also didn't get up there yet.

And now, we troubleshoot. Friskin' Windows.

Hi, Person Who is Writing a Remix of One of My Stories! Hi!

I'm updating my website tonight just for you, because I realize I haven't done that in like a year. Two years. I haven't written a ton in that time, but there are about 5 or so stories to go up, so I'll do that tonight. Sorry it took me so long; had to fix the partitions on my external hard drive to access my site template, etc., (*nailbite*) but turns out it's all good and I'll upload them all and you'll have more to choose from, and yay. Yay, right?

If you are someone who doesn't read here - and who does, since do I ever update? No, I do not - but anyway, could someone pass the word on? Thanks, thank you, someone -

Anyway, I'm ridiculously thrilled to be writing remix again, and thrilled you are remixing my story. I hope you have fun with it or at least get something out of the writing. You know, go wild, do what you want: there's no way you ever offend me by thinking a lot about one of my stories and then writing your own version - are you kidding? I can't wait to see what you come up with.

Now, on to the uploading. Be tough not to get distracted by all the wips I just found on this old hard drive. Chris and Joey, betting on who would win in a fight between JC and Justin! I gotta finish that! JC and Chris, fucking in a hammock! Ha ha, ouch. And music! All my old files from when I ripped the 3000 cds to move away from New Mexico! And pictures - criminey, if the repartition hadn't worked... D:

Today I went here, to see Babbage's Difference Engine Number 2 in action. It's the most beautiful machine I've ever seen. Watch the little vid on that page to see what I mean... while I was wandering around the museum, which is filled with awesome old computers with like vacuum tubes and punch cards and things, some dude wandered up to me and said, "Um, are you terribly technical at all?" I told him no, not at all. So then he looked at me, and at the freaking huge Eniac or something that I was looking at, and pointed to a picture of a room full of components and said in a slow, careful voice, "All of this is one single computer."

To my credit, I did not answer the way I wanted to. Soon he wandered away, and I got lost again in fond memories of my first computer, an IBM PC with an Intel 8088, running DOS, and how I used to spend my evenings calling up random BBS's and half the time sending modem tones into some poor schmuck's ear. Ha ha, loved that. I'm no hacker, god knows, but man, I worship me some computers.

Do you remember your first?

Happy JuC Day, y'all! I was gonna try to have this one story done in time, but - yeah.

Anyway, Sunnyvale is awesome, even though at times there's a funny smell in the air (I call it Sunnydale, but no one gets the ref, so sad) and I'm surrounded by big companies with guard houses in the parking lot called things like "Applied Materials'" which, could you possibly be more ominous and vague?? But I love my apt and my drive to work has been cut in half, also I'm back on nights and am loving that, because I'm way too old and tore down to put up with the daytime craziness, which is to say, management and politics and phone calls and doctors and, just, ugh.

But for now, I must hop in the shower, so that I may venture off to eat lunch with frausorge, Afghani food. I'm thinking the pumpkin, yes?

Oh! Oh! And I almost forgot, going to Disney World with withdiamonds soon! Omg omg, can't wait! It's been forever since we saw each other. Omg, literally.

TrickC, about 2500 words: My apologies, my most grievous error.

Thank yous to Lesasoja for laughing at the words, the exact encouragement I needed.



( Dirty Pop )

Tags: my fiction

Morning. Videos ( para ti: )

There's this little pond in Golden Gate Park that has the strangest feel to it (yes, I found it again, Lesa). It's completely covered with some kind of watery plant that for some reason I call duck weed, I don't know why -- ducks do live on the pond, shoving their way through the scum and tangles and dipping down into the water below, but they're usually almost completely quiet, fairly motionless, so not ducklike, and they ignore people. The whole pond is in a kind of pocket between steep slopes, very little sunlight, and once when I walked through there a ragged man lurched up to me and said, "Nothing helps." I walked on, thinking to myself maybe that's true? Wondering about him, wondering about that place, about the pond, which is surrounded with greenery and flowers, but so locked in, so stagnant -- creepy.




And also, I think about Gackt. Hi, Gackt!




That's all I have for today. Oh, except: looks like I'm going back to nights. I'm more than okay with that. Twenty percent differential, no running around like a crazy person; yes, please. Weird!

I just spent the last week rereading the early days of Fandom Wank on journalfen, as one does, and oh, good times. Tell me, did Charlotte Lennox ever reveal her identity? I loved all that shit so much.

And, of course, reading the wank communities is very educational. See here. Is that not the best thing in the world?? Delicious bacon, never leave me. I love you so.

I also love California.




Still working on that TrickC. Damn, without a challenge deadline to miss, I get nowhere. Poor guys have blue balls the size of Texas by now.

FRIENDSLIST. Omg.

So I said to myself, self, one does not merely tankcat into livejournal, one must have something to offer. And I was thinking I would have something, and then New Year's went by and I was sad, but then frausorge had the great kindness to laugh several times at over my offering, so my determination was renewed, and I wrote and wrote and wrote, but then I got stuck again. As one does.

So yes, I do have a story in the works, and it is in fact trickC, kind of dirty, and I did just work my way past the tough part, so we might actually be go for the moon from here on in. Maybe done in a few days? Weeks? Still, I find myself in the unusual place of really omg missing all of you fuckers and wondering what's going on, and also got nudged! Omg! And I don't want to wait anymore, I'm ready to tankcat now!

That is to say, um. Hi.

Here's a little bit of what I'm working on, an outtake, as it were - in fact, the very bit that was giving me trouble, until I recalled Lesa telling me to kill my darlings and knew that it had to die. Snif. But I still love it.

But before that... for the statistics part of this update, I will tell you that I'm doing rather surprisingly well, working at Stanford, planning on moving to Sunnyvale soon (SF is fucking so expensive, god), and soon my neighbors will be Google, Intel, McAfee, and about 1,000 really awesome looking Indian restaurants. I'm so easy. The K's are doing great, kind of spring-fevery (Munch has taken to pulling the books off the shelves jflkdjlfakjlfk), but soon they will have a patio to crouch on again and more space to careen around in, and that's pretty much all they really want. I've found myself during my extended lj break really expanding the focus of my obsessions - if that makes any sense? - and getting into a lot of new stuff, while still going through spells of heart-clutching love over JC & Chris & John & Rodney... wow, there's a 4some. I'm kind of afraid now. *muses* But anyway, here's a short list of current obsessions (sorry, no links, google is your friend, I am lazy):

+ Gackt
+ Tokyo Hotel
+ shortwave radio Numbers Stations
+ the Archimedes Palimpsest
+ Stanford Linear Accelerator!!!1! *swoon*
+ the Parker-Hulme murders
+ natural VLF music, recordings of the ionosphere
+ oilfield roughnecking (I don't know either)
+ Kombucha mushrooms
+ stories about phone calls from the dead
+ McMurdo Station/Raytheon/PORN SPILL
+ the Uncanny Valley
+ CAKE IS COMING TO OAKLAND IN FEBRUARY. CAKE.

...yeah, there was more than that, I just -- what?

Anyway, here's that one thing:

( Unfortunately, Joey wasn't drunk enough yet )

Heya. Settling in to a new place, new job. UCSF is fine, much like a hospital! Doable, great people, ugh nursing, I think I will like it, why must I work?? So, mixed. As per usual. Been walking the city quite a bit; Golden Gate Park is so cool! Yesterday I trucked down to see the buffalo, like 30 blocks each way, ow legs OW, and Thursday maybe I'll hit the beach, or the GG bridge, which I see everyday walking down the hill from my place. When it's not foggy.

As for Munch:



Yes, that is his litter box. Comfy! Tomorrow he goes in for a checkup with the surgeon. I think he's doing well, if by that you mean "bored in his hut and wanting to be just like all the other kids, aww COME ON, I wanna go outside & plaaay." Only ten more weeks. Gah. Malcolm offers his opinion on the matter by reaching through the netting to overturn his water bowl: ha HA. Showed you. I don't know. It is cat logic.

The apartment folks have been relentlessly apologetic, yet the upper mgmt folks have not yet approved a reimbursement. Am anticipating irritation in my not-so-distant future. Like, just give me three months free rent! Why so difficult?

So, I dropped out of the JuC Swap because of everything, Munch, etc., plus fail, and in a surprising and really awesome turn of events llamabitchyo dedicated her story to me anyhow. It's a great story! Do Not Arouse or Awaken Love (Until it So Desires), a subtle look at Justin becoming aware of his feelings for Britney post breakup and, in the process, his feelings for JC as well. Gives great snark, and also, Chris! Oh, 3manbus of my heart... this is a seriously nice JC, too, very much himself and self-aware, odd, sexy, loving. I think she has the relationships down, and I admit to a great wash of JuC love reading this. Thank you!

And now I shall go get ready for work. Nights again, yes indeedy. I've been on an eljay hiatus lately (times like about a month now); anything fun I should know?

Kitties have had a challenging few weeks! We moved over from the east bay to SF for my new assignment at UCSF, taking three trips (how did I accumulate that much in only 4 mos?) and many more miles than strictly necessary (once I had to sneak up on the city from San Jose), only to discover that the place wasn't ready; they hadn't cleaned or put down the new carpet. No problem, says I, I don't have much stuff, it will fit into the bathroom and wee kitchen for now. However, I'm going to Wisconsin tomorrow, so the carpet people will have to watch for cats when they enter and leave. Oh! the apartment people said, brightening (possible service recovery, yay), we'll watch your cats for you! Yay, says I. Just check their water Thursday night or so.

Then I packed like two Beatles t-shirts and some undies, closed all the unscreened windows, cursed the universe quite seriously at 5 am when my car wouldn't start (car alarm ftl), and caught a bus for the airport.

...yes, the "unscreened windows" thing was like Hitchcock's gun on the wall: important to the plot. I had a fantastic time with my beloved family, packed up the condo mostly, sold a bunch of stuff at an endless two day garage sale, felt sad for friends going through rough times (♥), and then, Monday afternoon, during school shopping for my neice, I got a phone call from the SF Veterinary Specialists.

It seems some kindly person had brought in a very hurt kitty, and when they scanned the chip, my name turned up. I was in Wisconsin, and Munch was in California, at the vet's, hurt because the apartment people had opened the windows a bit to air the place out for me. He jumped out the window, it seems, and that might not be so bad, but I live on the fifth floor. Also, he might have struck a ledge or something, who knows, on his way down to the paved parking lot. Window opened Saturday; they found him Monday.

So he had to have a plate and pins put into his shattered leg bone, and he had heavy duty sedation and a wee little pain patch, and he came home yesterday with a lime green cast. He's not in pain, but he is pretty bummed out, because he has to stay enclosed in his KittyWalk thingy for about the next 4 to 12 weeks (depending on healing), and I think he thinks he did something wrong. The KittyWalk thingy is basically a big net in a metal frame, so I lay on the floor and the net allows him to slump against me, and of course I also let him out sometimes to take his yummy meds: antibiotics, and an anti-inflammatory. Malcolm is freaked out, too, mostly at his smell. Much hissing and yowling, but Munch just ignores him

I almost feel sorry for the apartment people. $4500, zoicks, and you're darned tootin' I'll also be submitting the follow up bills. Yeah, almost: when I called in tears to have them check on Mal, the manager said he would, then called me back and said he was fine, that all the windows were now closed.

Got home Tuesday night. Malcolm was fine, although scared and thin. The south window was open three inches; a frickin five-lane highway for a cat.

Gah, people. What the fuck. On the other hand, now me and the kitties kind of own their asses, and also I really love this apartment. Hee! Here is Munch:

Cast has since been signed.

His poor bruised armpit!

Showdown. I believe Malcolm is calling Munch a gimp. No, wait, that was me.

You know what they say, once is a data point, twice is a coincidence, three times is a -- triangle. Yeah, I got the highest grade in my stats class. Actually, I did. The teacher was so lousy that my 67 on the final exam skewed the curve for everyone. I still feel bad about that one. If by bad you mean "filled with glee." To this day I see the words "standard deviation" and am convinced they ought to refer to the DSM-IV. Oh, happy world.

Anyway, the point is, I have once again fallen into the newb mistake of thinking if I'm feeling so! much! better! then it's time to go off the Lexapro. Alas, in my case, as I'm coming to realize, that just won't work. The first two times I had a few good weeks: hey, emotions! hey, sex, and then the weeping started. Curiously dispassionate weeping, like I had a backlog of heavy feelings just waiting for a turn. That's actually what prompted this round: I thought, maybe I just need to get past those emotions! Maybe this time things'll balance out and I'll have really hit the reset! You know, that theoretical brain reset all the meds and therapy are supposed to bring about: voila! Better.

This time I just went to sleep for three weeks.

I know part of it is the wacky schedule thing, and oh, nights are so messing with my head, but when you can't leave the house and all you can think of to do is sleep or then not sleep at all because of the oversleeping, then I guess that's just not right. I started back on the dose a few days ago, and boing! I feel better. So there's that, and I feel pretty bad about missing the Jammin' July thing and also a show with frausorge, but at least now I know. Three times is a learning module, y'all.

Actually I had a nice time, snoozing, reading SGA, surfing. I'm all caught up on all the wanks; spn, nothing new there, I have no comment, wtf it's all been said and is being said again and again, time out of mind, snore. Laura Hale vs. the OTW, oh my -- now that one is entertaining. Lots of historical wank-mining to be done there, my favorite thing. On the pop front JC continues to impress with the professional skillz and yet somehow still manages to be be dull as dishwater in interviews. Justin, idk; Joey, idk; Lance, idk -- Chris... Chris. Is the only one doing music right now. I love Chris.

I'm about 1/3 of the way through my JuC Swap. I kind of love it a lot.

But part of me has been watching Sheppard, so closely: ugh, Flanigan, you are hot, but -- Sheppard. Heading for the Gateroom, which I like to think of as the Embarcadero, ha, but he veers off, heads for his quarters instead. Palms the strip next to his door, thinking lock, lock, and unclips the P90, sets it on the bed. Unzips his vest. Hands are steady. Lets the vest drop, unzips his jacket. Tries to slow his breathing down. Pants: button, zip, fumbles at the little metal tab, moving faster now, pulls, pushes his hand inside, breathes, breathes --

"Sheppard, this is McKay. Sometime this morning?"

And that's as far as I get, although I know Sheppard has to hurry up and make it happen and sound completely under control at the same time, but if anyone can do that, it's Sheppard. The problem I have with writing SGA at this point is that I'm still so enamored of the characters that it's all plug-n-play: Sheppard jerking off! Yowsa! But I don't know why it's him, other than omgHOT, and I don't know what brought him to that, and I'm not sure how Rodney's voice figures into all that, except it does, of course it does, and oh -- I don't want to write aliens making him do it or how he's so repressed or unrequited or, or --

Feeling my way. Having fun! I do wish I'd thought to bring my season 3 dvds to CA, though, so I can go on and get season 4. But ah well, that'll happen. Three or four years later and I'm falling in love with a fandom; there's time.

I also spent some time thinking about the Xfiles. Almost roused myself to see the movie, but I'm scared. Besides, I have this completely awesome and perfectly characterized little bit of fanfic to sustain me: from Go Fug Yourself, even -- and many, many dvds. Seven seasons of them, in fact. SEVEN. Hear that, Chris Carter? Oh, how I hate you still.

Hey, have you seen this cool vid? I got it from lucy_u2, I think. Wii remote hacks and thoughts on research in the age of info accessibility:





Anyone got any Cibo Matto they can slide my way? In return I can offer this completely fabulous version of Battleflag (I'm on a Pigeonhed kick lately) -- less angry than Lo-fi, more with the funk. Uh, ignore the "art" in the "video" -- oi.

Hi, livejournal. I shall perhaps be a little late with my Jammin' July piece for today, because for some reason I got to looking at Quarter Horse pages yesterday and spent like 9 hours reading about the legendary Joe Hancock and all his progeny, especially the blue roans, which I love. Also I was looking at info on the genetics of horse coloration and arguments for why the double dominant roan gene might not be lethal after all, very interesting anecdotal arguments there, and then after that I got stuck looking at pictures of hedgehogs swimming in bathtubs and -- well, you know. You know how it is. Dammned internets.

Just wanted to thank bossymarmalade for another fabulous Remix, and ha! Ha, I knew it! I knew you wrote the 3manbus story, just ask Donna, and omg, I just love it so. :)

Reviews of the Remixes coming up, after Jammin' July and -- oh, for the love of HEAVEN. Speculative fiction tv tropes. I'm doomed.

Some nice people are taking a second look at the condo this weekend, and oh, I want the right thing to happen, even if it's them not making an offer, but if it could be them making an offer, that would be perfect. Inshallah, *stump*, and all that. We'll see.

Six days off work now, then two more weeks there, and I like the place, love the people, but I'm also excited to move on. Someone asked me, isn't it sad? I said yes, but then sad's never been a deal-breaker for me. Kind of like how discomfort seems to have turned into something to move toward in my life, rather than to avoid. I don't mean pain, I ain't like that, but the thought of something being hard or lonely or embarrassing, the thought of failing: eh, I always have to fuck up to get somewhere, it seems, and I guess -- I guess I'm always trying to get somewhere. Is that pathological? I don't even know anymore. And... okay with that. Huh.

The remix authors will soon be revealed! Can't wait -- I want to review after the reveal, and also I can't wait to talk about the story I wrote, because that way I get to talk about the story I remixed, which is awesome. Writing mine made me appreciate the original so much more, and that's one of the reasons I do remix. I've mostly -- mostly -- passed that point in my life where a couple of IQ pts and a degree in English have me convinced that I just get it, no matter what, and a challenge that forces me to really think about what's happening in a story is golden. Also, I love seeing other authors' takes on the stories, and thinking to myself: self? Now I want to remix the remix, and see if I could come up with a stand-alone that still somehow references both stories. ...self? Yeah?

Wait -- maybe I do like pain.

But for now: Jammin' July, and also SGA season 1, because John was pretty darn chatty in those days.

First of all, dine! Post card! Thank you so much, you have no idea how cool it is to get these. Well, I know you have no idea, because I suck at telling you. But it's a total bright spot, and you're awesome.

As for the popslash remix:

Holy crap, y'all -- did I score. Or, not really, because I know we're not supposed to think of the remix stories as gifts, but I don't caaaare. Three of my stories got remixed, and all three of them fucking rock, and yes, that's a huge gift. Thank you, remixers!

all day long (the no logo mix)

*** vivid, absolutely crackling with sensory input, delicious and a little nasty: I love how Justin can't help seeing and feeling so strongly and categorizing and labeling everything, and I really love how all the pleasurable feelings are tainted, because JC. And Chris. Poor Justin! I personally dig it when remixers switch up the pov's, especially when they're as insightful and well-done as this.

till the morning comes (the stars of track and field mix)

*** this is so much fun! A look at the whys and wherefores of the 3manbus, and it feels real to me, and plausible. I especially love Justin and JC's boat followed by dolphins in Justin's dream, and JC picking up the glass and rose petals, every bit, at his gramma's. And of course He wasn't here to get anywhere. He was here to get Chris back to his place. Justin's morning face would do the rest.

Mmmm, Justin's morning face.

and

the way of the world (the all this is mix)

*** okay, I have a huge soft spot for my story, goofy as it is, and so I really love this remix, because it fleshes it out and makes it not goofy and also, the guys! Handing Chris off! Lance calling Justin an asshole! And what kind of fucking retard are you, which is just so -- so wonderful, ah, fuck. That says love, man, and that is totally how Justin and Chris would say it. Awesome. And that's not a simile, or a metaphor, or any of those things. Just the truth.

I want this jacket. Because 100% silk is so practical, especially in a household with cats. But it's so, I don't know -- raggedy looking! That's awesome!

Right, that's all I have. Gotta clean up some, frausorge's coming over. When is remix live, Monday? Mondayish? Can't wait! Bittybang, the 20,000 word thing, ho my god. Yeah, if the due date were in 2025, maybe.

I'm working on the JuC Swap story! Not even due till August! (August, right?) AMAZING.

Livejournal! Our homes are spotless, and our cats annoyed. Yes, it is That Time Again: Advanced Time-wasting: Remix Edition! I have a question for you all:


What story of your own would you remix, and how would you write it differently now?


I myself would rewrite this one, because oi, the words. So many of them, so overwrought. And then I would write a sequel to the post-mpreg, because Chris and his little girl, ah god, I'm dying of happiness just thinking about it. In fact, as I calculate it, I have approximately three more days to contemplate it, before the utter terror sets in. Woot! Let's go, then.



Last three days at work I took care of Kenny. Kenny crashed his motorcycle into a parked truck, and rumor has it they found him with part of his brain on the sidewalk. Now Kenny has a row of staples running around his head, and half his body doesn't work, and his brain is buzzing, boiling, just trying to process the damage and inflammation. Kenny needs a 24/7 sitter, because the half of his body that does work is in constant motion: Kenny keeps thinking he has to go to work, or pick up his bike, or run after his kids, and Kenny wants to grab some gatorade out of the fridge or lay down on the couch in the other room or -- or something. Kenny has a lot to say, too: calls for his son a lot, calls for his daughter, talks to his friends who aren't there. Actually, Kenny is surprisingly verbal for someone completely out of it a week ago, and surprisingly interactive and cooperative with us: his mom told me Kenny was kind of a jerk, before, kind of angry all the time and with no sense of humor. Now Kenny calls his one sitter "mom" and his other sitter "gramma", and says "hey, beautiful" when I come into the room, and when Kenny started on oral intake, he told me "love them ice chips, man, I could live off that shit," and almost smiled when I laughed.

So yeah, Kenny has a bit of my heart. The other night I sat with Kenny for a half hour while his sitter went on break, and I realized pretty quickly that although we're supposed to try to reduce sensory input by remaining quiet and out of sight as much as possible, Kenny kept trying to find me, kept trying to heave his dead left arm and leg over so he could see me. So I moved over next to him, and Kenny said, "I don't know who this guy is in bed with me, but he's pissing me off" (referring to his left side), and then Kenny flang his right leg over the rail and settled his foot on top of my crossed knees. "You trying to kick me, Kenny?" I asked him, and he said, "Nope," and closed his eyes. Then he wriggled his toes down in between my knees, and I sat there while he slept, holding onto his warm foot like that, until the sitter came back.



Oh! Wow, I opened a Word file. We're cruising now.

In 2003 I started my journal at the end of July, so no July 4 entry.

In 2004 I was living in St Petersburg, FL, having landed there after following JC around the country in the most awesomest fun and epic go-round tour of anytime, ever, ever. Apparently, I was planning on visiting some rels, reading From the Path (still one of my comfort fics), and contemplating writing, and thus getting a lot of other automotive things done instead.

In 2005 I was posting random links in an effort to avoid finishing this story and beginning this story. Avoidance, thy name is me. Oh, yeah -- and living in Winter Park, FL, working at Florida Hospital, and only driving by JC's house once in a very great while, when I needed a pick-me-up, and even then at 90 mph and eyes carefully averted. Cold as ice, baby.

In 2006 I didn't post on the 4th, but did on the 3rd and 5th: writing meme (avoidance. very interesting responses from the fl) and JC stalking (jesus fucking christ WTF!!! hee).

In 2007 I... wow, posted once the whole month of July. Wisconsin. Personal Bubbles. No Strings Attached at Goodwill!

This year I'm cleaning the apartment in an effort to avoid writing (♥), contemplating JC and Chris fucking (♥), and anticipating with great glee my new apartment, which is located like 40 paces from UCSF, where I begin a contract in August. Plans for the rest of the summer include moving and getting rid of the car in two days in the beginning of Aug. and then winging off to Chicago for the Fest for Beatles Fans, then Milwaukee for a week or so to try and sell or else store belongings, then back to town just in time for Radiohead (♥ ♥ ♥) and the start of my new contract, and oh omg, it just struck me all over again that I just rented an apartment with no dishwasher and no washer and dryer, wtf roughing it, life is going to be so hard!

Can't wait. Yesterday and the day before I walked for hours & hours in the city, hills, gah, and slept so well and dreamt of... things, good ones? And I guess I just have to force myself out of my stultifying comfort once in a while, I know that.

Happy July, everybody!