Insomnia score!
So here I am, up too late again, cuz I just can't sleep. Well, that's not quite true. I fall asleep and then wake up with a gasp and a dislocated feeling of dread. Four times so far. Fuck that, I may just stay up all night.
So I checked my email, and was absolutely delighted to see an email from a girl who was my best friend when we were both 7. Yes, that's SEVEN YEARS OLD. A total flood of visual, auditory, and olfactory memories hit me all at once. My friend, her parents, her sister, the smell of breakfast cooking when I'd stay over, her dad telling me goofy jokes. Amazingly enough, we connected immediately. Yes, we both grew up a little unusal. (okay, she's unusual, I'm a total freak, but still...) How refreshing! I'm looking forward to catching up with her.
Y'know, that's the biggest advantage in keeping my own last name after I was married. My friends can find me. I didn't keep it out of feminist ideals or anything. (I alwayls thought that was silly--I won't take my husband's name. I'm sticking to my FATHER'S name instead, because I'm an emancipated woman. If you're an emancipated woman, Take your mother's name and start a dynasty. Or make up a new name entirely. OH MAN, I really am going "blah blah blah Ginger," aren't I.) Actually, Daniel and I considered dumping both our last names, and taking on a new family name. Our favorite was McRagnarok. Somehow, we never got around to it. Pity.
O was having stomach problems again. I just don't know what to do. I don't know if we're passing something back and forth, or if there's something wrong with our well water or what. I'm going to get it tested. The county is supposed to do that for free. There's probably a goddam dead horse down in the well or something. Yeesh.
So I checked my email, and was absolutely delighted to see an email from a girl who was my best friend when we were both 7. Yes, that's SEVEN YEARS OLD. A total flood of visual, auditory, and olfactory memories hit me all at once. My friend, her parents, her sister, the smell of breakfast cooking when I'd stay over, her dad telling me goofy jokes. Amazingly enough, we connected immediately. Yes, we both grew up a little unusal. (okay, she's unusual, I'm a total freak, but still...) How refreshing! I'm looking forward to catching up with her.
Y'know, that's the biggest advantage in keeping my own last name after I was married. My friends can find me. I didn't keep it out of feminist ideals or anything. (I alwayls thought that was silly--I won't take my husband's name. I'm sticking to my FATHER'S name instead, because I'm an emancipated woman. If you're an emancipated woman, Take your mother's name and start a dynasty. Or make up a new name entirely. OH MAN, I really am going "blah blah blah Ginger," aren't I.) Actually, Daniel and I considered dumping both our last names, and taking on a new family name. Our favorite was McRagnarok. Somehow, we never got around to it. Pity.
O was having stomach problems again. I just don't know what to do. I don't know if we're passing something back and forth, or if there's something wrong with our well water or what. I'm going to get it tested. The county is supposed to do that for free. There's probably a goddam dead horse down in the well or something. Yeesh.