In ten days time...
- 'dox and I will have been in this apartment for one year.
- 'dox and I will be common law spouses
- I will have figured out how to finish (start?) whatever the hell it is that I'm trying to knit.
- my manager and I will have discussed my salary and the augmentation thereof.
- (according to her surgeon) my mother should be able to walk without use of a walker or a cane.
- my sister will return to Ottawa, and my aunt will shift in for care-taking duties.
- my parents would have been married 41 years
- the gates of Ahn'Qiraj will likely be opened on Earthen Ring
- the cursed month of February will have left us for another year.
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I don't post here often. I find it too public a forum for me to really describe the noise in my head. People are easily offended, and drama ensues.
So out of respect (fear? disgust? exhaustion?) I simply censor myself.
I find I've been doing that a lot lately; work, home; family; here.... I hold myself back. I retreat into my thoughts.
My head has become very noisy of late.
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I've also realized that (despite myself) I've become fond of old (or old-fashioned) country music (thanks to my parents, and a nod to Joss Whedon), but that new country ain't even fit for hold muzak.
Except maybe the Dixie Chicks, cause, well, they're hot and they sing kinda nice.
- 'dox and I will be common law spouses
- I will have figured out how to finish (start?) whatever the hell it is that I'm trying to knit.
- my manager and I will have discussed my salary and the augmentation thereof.
- (according to her surgeon) my mother should be able to walk without use of a walker or a cane.
- my sister will return to Ottawa, and my aunt will shift in for care-taking duties.
- my parents would have been married 41 years
- the gates of Ahn'Qiraj will likely be opened on Earthen Ring
- the cursed month of February will have left us for another year.
******
I don't post here often. I find it too public a forum for me to really describe the noise in my head. People are easily offended, and drama ensues.
So out of respect (fear? disgust? exhaustion?) I simply censor myself.
I find I've been doing that a lot lately; work, home; family; here.... I hold myself back. I retreat into my thoughts.
My head has become very noisy of late.
******
I've also realized that (despite myself) I've become fond of old (or old-fashioned) country music (thanks to my parents, and a nod to Joss Whedon), but that new country ain't even fit for hold muzak.
Except maybe the Dixie Chicks, cause, well, they're hot and they sing kinda nice.