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tinhuvielartanisI couldn't wake up this morning! It might have had something to do with the fact I was dreaming of Timothy. I still miss him mightily and long for the Good Ole Days.
I'm sitting here supposed to be working, but I'm listening to the new DMB album and chilling for a moment, just getting my thoughts together.
The DMB concert was grand, as it always is. We had excellent seats, about 12 rows back from the stage. I could actually see Dave sing without having to watch one of the big monitors. Even though he looks nothing like him, Dave has some of the same expressions as Barry Andrews when he sings ~ lots of looking slyly to the side and raising his eyebrows unbelievably high. What a beautiful man he is! Then again, so is Barry.
Le sigh.
Lew says he's decided to stick it out in this area even if he has to change careers. He says that he can't imagine leaving me behind to find gainful employment elsewhere. This makes me happy on one hand but, on the other, I'm concerned that he may come to resent his decision if things go badly on the employment front. At least I know I never actively tried to sway his decision in any relevant way. I just hope we can be happy and find some peace. We've both fought so hard for it since we've been together. I swear, I'm starting to think we're the unwitting participants in some seedy soap opera...you know the ones where the lovers are never left in peace to enjoy their love ~ there are always hideous and unexpected obstacles they must overcome until one of them goes insane or dies or turns evil or falls in love with someone else. I can't help but think that, if Lew can find a job, now that Aunt Tudi is getting better somewhat, we can start to build some sort of life together.
It could just be wishful thinking.
I'm still trying to get my laptop back in working order. It's very frustrating having it back for only a few days and then.....BOOM......gone again. ugh.
I talked to one of my best and oldest friends over the weekend. ~*Todd*~ He moved out to the Pacific Northwest back in '95, but we've remained consistently in touch. I still miss him. Anyway, he's gotten into playing softball these past few months. Well, on Saturday, he got hit in the face with the softball. It busted his lip and two of his teeth came right through it. Ew! So he was telling me this, saying he looked like a character in a horror movie and it just struck me funny. I couldn't help it. I told him how sorry I was he was hurt, but I was laughing my arse off. It was the way he relayed his tale, I swear!
So I get an email from him yesterday that said, 'call me if you want to laugh uncontrollably'. So I called. It turns out that the next day, Sunday, Todd decided to play softball again. This time he was beamed in the skull with the ball and rushed to the emergency room. He now has a busted lip with a hole in it where the teeth came through and he has a concussion. I told him this was the Mighties' way of telling him he shouldn't be playing softball. But he's going back after he recovers, this time wearing a helmet. Tenacious eh? In the meantime, he's going to sit in the bleachers and cheer his team along. Since he's obviously some sort of cosmic target now, it wouldn't surprise me if he's struck by a pop fly and his eye is blacked. I'm just waiting for the call.....
I guess I should get to work now. I've been here almost an hour and I've done nothing......absolutely nothing.
I'm sitting here supposed to be working, but I'm listening to the new DMB album and chilling for a moment, just getting my thoughts together.
The DMB concert was grand, as it always is. We had excellent seats, about 12 rows back from the stage. I could actually see Dave sing without having to watch one of the big monitors. Even though he looks nothing like him, Dave has some of the same expressions as Barry Andrews when he sings ~ lots of looking slyly to the side and raising his eyebrows unbelievably high. What a beautiful man he is! Then again, so is Barry.
Le sigh.
Lew says he's decided to stick it out in this area even if he has to change careers. He says that he can't imagine leaving me behind to find gainful employment elsewhere. This makes me happy on one hand but, on the other, I'm concerned that he may come to resent his decision if things go badly on the employment front. At least I know I never actively tried to sway his decision in any relevant way. I just hope we can be happy and find some peace. We've both fought so hard for it since we've been together. I swear, I'm starting to think we're the unwitting participants in some seedy soap opera...you know the ones where the lovers are never left in peace to enjoy their love ~ there are always hideous and unexpected obstacles they must overcome until one of them goes insane or dies or turns evil or falls in love with someone else. I can't help but think that, if Lew can find a job, now that Aunt Tudi is getting better somewhat, we can start to build some sort of life together.
It could just be wishful thinking.
I'm still trying to get my laptop back in working order. It's very frustrating having it back for only a few days and then.....BOOM......gone again. ugh.
I talked to one of my best and oldest friends over the weekend. ~*Todd*~ He moved out to the Pacific Northwest back in '95, but we've remained consistently in touch. I still miss him. Anyway, he's gotten into playing softball these past few months. Well, on Saturday, he got hit in the face with the softball. It busted his lip and two of his teeth came right through it. Ew! So he was telling me this, saying he looked like a character in a horror movie and it just struck me funny. I couldn't help it. I told him how sorry I was he was hurt, but I was laughing my arse off. It was the way he relayed his tale, I swear!
So I get an email from him yesterday that said, 'call me if you want to laugh uncontrollably'. So I called. It turns out that the next day, Sunday, Todd decided to play softball again. This time he was beamed in the skull with the ball and rushed to the emergency room. He now has a busted lip with a hole in it where the teeth came through and he has a concussion. I told him this was the Mighties' way of telling him he shouldn't be playing softball. But he's going back after he recovers, this time wearing a helmet. Tenacious eh? In the meantime, he's going to sit in the bleachers and cheer his team along. Since he's obviously some sort of cosmic target now, it wouldn't surprise me if he's struck by a pop fly and his eye is blacked. I'm just waiting for the call.....
I guess I should get to work now. I've been here almost an hour and I've done nothing......absolutely nothing.
