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Starting last Thursday, I began to work the midnight shift at work. I don't know if that was previously mentioned here, but transforming into an owl isn't easy. My only complaint is that whenever I change up my sleeping pattern (like that week last summer when I stayed out every night with Emily drinking like a fool), I get sick. Like, a bad head cold and now I have a fever. It blows. I love working nights, though, because its just printing reports and doing...nothing. Yeah, there are a few beligerantly drunk idiots staggering about but I have my very own retired Marine/retired Cop security gaurd so I'm good.
I finally received a very wonderful gift from a very wonderful person. Stagey--or Jacquie for those in the conventional world--made me a mix CD with songs from Dibs. Hard to explain if you don't really know about Dibs and such, but the first song on it is so perfect and I adore it. I could listen to it a bazillion times and its message is perfectly like what Dibs would send and I can't describe it. I wish I could thank her, but my hours keep me from being online when she is so if you're reading this, Stage? THANK YOU. A lot. More than I can say.
I'm kind of...confused as to how to feel right now. You see, I wanted a nephew so badly and I kept begging Erin to get pregnant and SHE wanted a baby, too. She's ALWAYS wanted one. Well, last week she was going to the doctors to see if she was pregnant. She was at that time. At this time? No. She had a miscarriage. I don't know how to process this. I don't know how to feel, but I know that she feels rotten and sad. I'm really sad, though. Like...I don't even know what to say to myself, let alone to her and she doesn't want to talk about it, obviously. I just... yeah. Yeah.
I finally received a very wonderful gift from a very wonderful person. Stagey--or Jacquie for those in the conventional world--made me a mix CD with songs from Dibs. Hard to explain if you don't really know about Dibs and such, but the first song on it is so perfect and I adore it. I could listen to it a bazillion times and its message is perfectly like what Dibs would send and I can't describe it. I wish I could thank her, but my hours keep me from being online when she is so if you're reading this, Stage? THANK YOU. A lot. More than I can say.
I'm kind of...confused as to how to feel right now. You see, I wanted a nephew so badly and I kept begging Erin to get pregnant and SHE wanted a baby, too. She's ALWAYS wanted one. Well, last week she was going to the doctors to see if she was pregnant. She was at that time. At this time? No. She had a miscarriage. I don't know how to process this. I don't know how to feel, but I know that she feels rotten and sad. I'm really sad, though. Like...I don't even know what to say to myself, let alone to her and she doesn't want to talk about it, obviously. I just... yeah. Yeah.