What time is it?
On the other hand, the only time there is is right now. Make the best of it and  it  will  be kind to you. Today is the second day of the rest of my life.  What shall I do with it?  Make time?

I've been busy and not busy and hungry and not hungry and safe and in danger. Who knows what will come next? I can do things now that I couldn't do before. I can feel things. I can smile. I can sing. When they found out what was wrong with me, it changed my life. I'm not ecstatic, but I do feel much better. Thank the gods for that. I almost WASN'T!

 

I gotta go back home for awhile. My best bud needs me for a change. It's usually the other way around. But I'm glad to help. I'm kinda even glad to be going home. I have missed AZ somewhat. And I've missed Ingrid a lot. Plus it will be nice to be where it's quiet again. And I can sleep till I wake up. Ha.

 

Anyway, I'll be offline for awhile. If you see this and care at all, hugggggggggs!

I just met the most amazing woman last night in a Pogo chatroom.

I think I'm in love. Whew! This is reeallllly scary!

 

 

  I could only work a half-day today. Blarrgh. But I did get a phone, finally. Now if I can keep what tiny little voice I have, I can call my best friend and check on her again. I'm so worried about her. Wish I could find a job there so I could move in like she wants. We always planned to grow old together. Maybe we need to grow up first.

 

 

 

People are such idiots sometimes. Wtf!?

I ask simple questions and get circular 'answers'. Hell with it!

I've always figured it out on my own, why expect it to change now?

 

I had a stimulating day playing the philosopher on the Craigslist PhiloFo. Actually learned some things. Or at least learned how other people think about certain things. I'm still wired.

 

I also learned how to do this. Cool, huh?

 

I'm so worried about my best friend. Also worried about what to do if it comes to moving back home to help her out with her problem. I'd love to, but I think I would always wonder what would have happened if I'd stuck this job out and stayed here. *sigh*

 

I'm so tired of being sick, though.

My life has changed drastically over the past few months. I went from being a pampered partner to being a pathetic peon. Working for a living ain't what it's cracked up to be. I am so fricking tired I could die. Doesn't help that I've been sick for a week or more either.

 

On the up side, I've met some nice people, and I have a paycheck coming in. All in all, I guess I really shouldn't complain about my life. I'm alive and in fairly decent health (other than this stupid chest cold), I have a roof over my head and food for my belly, and I have people who love me.

 

BUCK UP, baby. The sun will shine somewhere tomorrow.

 

 

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