Emerging

My life? No, nothing particularly new.


I lost my purse somewhere on Monday. Leona's says they don't have it, and it isn't in Libby's car, which means its got to be in my house somewhere. Of course that had to be the day I decided to carry the big purse and put -everything- in it, including my cell phone (the battery on which has died, yes I tried to call it), my palm pilot, my state ID, my passport, and my U2 Special Edition iPod. Fuck all. But, I comfort myself, it has to be in the house somewhere. Unless there's another Leona's patron out there who is sitting back and grooving to the U2 box set right now. In that case, I'm kinda screwed.


I finally got around to watching the special features for seasons 3 and 4 of Voyager. I can't believe I didn't watch them for the first 2 seasons, but when its all over I'll have to borrow those discs back. I really enjoy the behind-the-scenes stuff. Plus there's this really cool part on the season 4 stuff where real scientists (astrophysicists, astronomers, I can't remember) talk about the science behind the science fiction. I also get a huge kick out of the Easter Eggs, but could only find one for season 3. Special note to atonal1: I'm ready for Season 5- bring it on!!!


But the most exciting thing EVER is that William is going to come tomorrow!!! *happy dance* The Peanut will grace the world with his presence, and the lives of sleepykins and histrogeek will never be the same. Since The 'Nidge has already offered babysitting services, that means neither will ours :-) I'm looking forward to being one of sleepykins's official Post Baby Company-Keepers over the next few weeks- I'll have to get a bus pass!


Oh yeah, and the reason I was at Leona's on Monday was to have lunch with atonal1 and splagxna, who just couldn't stay away from Chicago for long. Even though she picked a hell of a week to come here.


Its cold. Its really fucking cold. I know that I not only state the obvious, but I state the obvious that everyone is sick of hearing. But its cold, which makes everything hurt more, and that means I'm more of a hermit than usual since I'm afraid to go outside. And then the last few days- and I felt it coming on, I just haven't learned to recognize it yet- my body had one if its "you're putting what kind of chemicals into me??!?" phases. The kind of stuff I am pumping into my body right now, if put into an otherwise healthy body, can really fuck stuff up. But for me, it is helping keep it as regulated as possible. Bah. Who wanted a normal life anyway?


And also, I can't say enough, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!!

And you know who you are.

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So in addition to making sure I have a roof over my head and things to eat, boosting my basic morale, and being all-around incredibly amusing people, my housemates are also trying help me shape my immediate future.


Most of the suggestions so far, however, include illicit drugs, heavy drinking, and getting hooked on gambling.


Its still a work in progress.


On top of that, I just read the article that catdraco posted about some rough statistics in the US pertaining to tattooing and piercings. At the end of the article it states

"A social breakdown of people who favour tattooing includes 58 per cent who said they have been in prison, 37 per cent drank too much and 38 per cent admitted to doing drugs."

This article very blatantly tells me that as a tattooed and pierced person- although I will shamefacedly admit that I, also, thought that my ankle was the most appropriate place for a tattoo, which I now think is kinda wimpy, even though in the summer I make a point to wear ankle socks so I can show it off- I am clearly not living up to my potential. My housemates may be onto something.

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Insh'allah, let this be more than just a photo-op.