Frenchy is getting married today!

Dear Chris, It just hits me that you are getting married today. TODAY! My dearest Frenchman is getting married and I couldn’t be there with him. *sigh* I am so happy for you, Chris! I know we haven’t been close in the recent years, but I think being one of your early friends still count for something. After all, you introduced me to a lot of things that shaped the rest of my life. IRC. HTML. Star Wars. My first boyfriend Kit. The Derby — well, we were fools the first time we were there, weren’t we? But then you...
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When stress attacks

Yep. I’m home. Again. The first one of the somewhat quarterly 24-hour exhaustion and low fever bug attack is here.  Then again, that is common when I’ve been stressed out and then suddenly there was a relief.  My system just crashed like that.  If you’ve been reading here a while, you should know. 🙂 Remember how I went to bed at 8:30 last night? Well, I woke up once in the dead of night drenched in sweat.  The kind that you get when your fever breaks.  And of course, after kicking off the blanket, a minute later, I was  cold...
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Gimme yer tired

The tired caught up with me. I slept all the way home from Downtown LA.  Usually that’d give me the second wind.  But today wasn’t the case.  I was sleepy getting off the bus.  My bus buddy/runner encouraged me to get to the gym like I planned.  And I did come home to change.  But Brandon met me at the door. And I changed my mind completely. Good night my darling.  I know it’s 8:30 p.m. but I’m so tired I can’t even think straight now....
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Intermittenly…

…I posted. A writer’s block? Maybe. More like uninspired? Oh I don’t know. I’m sort of in a weird funk right now. I’m tired as heck, but the moment my head hits the pillow, my mind races. (Pond, you KNOW what I’m talking about!) So I decided to stay up and geek out until I’m really tired then I would go to bed. The flaw in that plan is that Brandon is asleep long before I got to bed. And there I am, tossing about for another good 10 minutes, hoping I didn’t wake him up. I’d fall asleep, say,...
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