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Just because
Wednesday, 6 October 2004 21:41I'm back from visiting with Jay. She was home to pick up her car from her parental unit's house, and she stopped by to pick me up so we could visit her dad. I don't think her dad planned on me being there, but I sat through a very nice dinner and listened to them conversing. I think it works better when she and her parents see each other for short periods of time. In an hour, not much can go wrong. Of course, hopefully, I won't have just jinxed that.
Incubus Dreams is out--there's a new couple master vamps in town. I'm gonna have to borrow that from Jay when she's home for Samhain. I want Truth, she should have Wicked, and Kayla can have Requiem.
I find myself a bit concerned about my health of late. "That time of the month" has stretched on far too long to be healthy. If Mom hasn't made me a doctor's appointment by tomorrow, I'll call myself and make one--I'm too damn worried about what this could mean. And I woke up with abdominal pain the other day--pain like what I imagine someone tearing out my intestines would feel like. It's not just me being a hypochondriac, either. There's something seriously out of whack with my body.
I have Over and Over Again stuck in my head--I've heard it at least 10 times today. It's just a good thing I like that song, otherwise I'd be going nuts. I might put in Sarah Brightman later, but for now I'm good.
Incubus Dreams is out--there's a new couple master vamps in town. I'm gonna have to borrow that from Jay when she's home for Samhain. I want Truth, she should have Wicked, and Kayla can have Requiem.
I find myself a bit concerned about my health of late. "That time of the month" has stretched on far too long to be healthy. If Mom hasn't made me a doctor's appointment by tomorrow, I'll call myself and make one--I'm too damn worried about what this could mean. And I woke up with abdominal pain the other day--pain like what I imagine someone tearing out my intestines would feel like. It's not just me being a hypochondriac, either. There's something seriously out of whack with my body.
I have Over and Over Again stuck in my head--I've heard it at least 10 times today. It's just a good thing I like that song, otherwise I'd be going nuts. I might put in Sarah Brightman later, but for now I'm good.
