Friday Five MIA

Friday, Oct. 24, 2003 - 1:39 p.m.

There's no Friday Five today. I'm not skipping it or anything, it's just not there.

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I'm sorry this entry is later than usual; I had a -very- rough morning for a number of reasons that are actually too intense to write about here -- the culmination of which was that I actually did something I haven't done for a long time.

I cried until I vomited.

Embarrassing, huh?... If my husband is reading this from work, there are two things for you to know: I'll be fine, and yes, I made it to the bathroom in time.:)

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UPDATE: I got an alarming note from onewetleg, and a frantic email from John, so let me assure anybody else that's worried out there that there's no need to do that. It's just the events of the month catching up with me in a way I was -completely- unprepared for.

In short, somebody has pulled a rug out from under me in a way that has reminded me too much of what Fake Andy did to me. In the depth and breadth of my existence, I never -dreamed- I'd be feeling this way again. I regret not being able to get into the details here, but suffice it to say at least this time around, I know what to do. Got me a nice big bag of coping tools right here.

So I guess maybe Fake Andy has surved a purpose in my life after all. How ironic.

I can see "all better" on the horizon; I'll keep going until I get there. :)

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My stepmother told me about this song when my father died. I've been thinking about it a lot today, so here are the lyrics:

Ghost In This House
sung by Allison Krauss

I don't pick up the mail
I don't pick up the phone
I don't answer the door
I'd just soon be alone
I don't keep this place up
I just keep the lights down
I don't live in these rooms
I just rattle around

I'm just a ghost in this house
I'm just a shadow upon these walls
As quietly as a mouse
I haunt these halls
I'm just a whisper of smoke
I'm all that's left of two hearts on fire
That once burned out of control
You took my body and soul
I'm just a ghost in this house

I don't care if it rains
I don't care if it's clear
I don't mind staying in
There's another ghost here
He sits down in your chair
And he shines with your light
And he lays down his head
On your pillow at night.

I'm just a ghost in this house
I'm just a shadow upon these walls
I'm living proof of the damage
Heartbreak does
I'm just a whisper of smoke
I'm all that's left of two hearts on fire
That once burned out of control
You took my body and soul
I'm just a ghost in this house

That once burned out of control
You took my body and soul
I'm just a ghost in this house

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In nicer news, adios, amiga -- Cheri's on her way to Mexico for a vacation and maybe even a tan. Enjoy! :)

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And finally, a begrudging 'good luck' to the Florida Marlins.

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I'm sorry this is so short and bifurcated; it must be the geomagnetic storms or something.

Cut me a break today, my dears. I got bucked off of a hell of a big hobbyhorse, and I'm determined to climb back on if it kills me. :)

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Oh, forgot, one more thing -- P@ul Schu!tz still has Erasure stuff available on eBay -- if you have a moment, take this link there and go look at the stuff. I've seen the collection in person, and it's really nice.

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