A Week From Today

Monday, Dec. 15, 2003 - 5:45 a.m.

It's one week from today that I will finally get to meet Todd Thalimer, after nearly ten years of correspondence.

I have a small and fairly light port-wine birthmark between my eyebrows that becomes more pronounced if I'm nervous about something.

It's visible right now. I'm anxious, but it's the good kind; complete with butterflies and laughing a lot.

More than half of this year has been the complete and utter shits as far as my trust of people is concerned.

But I refuse to give up on people. :)

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Here's a new goodie!

This week's Unconscious Mutterings: (Words are boldface, my random associations appear beneath.)

Warning
A: Fraud, caution, disappointment.

Aspirations
A: Goals, dreams, faith, trust, meeting Todd next week.

Starvation
A: Needless. Inefficient farming methods.

Lid
A: Pot. Silence. Suppression.

Sketch
A: Imprint, doodle, first impressions.

Interrogate
A: Guilt, Explanation, Closure.

Credit
A: Stolen from me for work I've done. More than once.

Scotch
A: Tape, Glenfiddich.

Confused
A: Probably forever where certain friends of mine are concerned. Oh well. LOLOL

Paris
A:: Hilton, France, Champagne

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Okay. Now, if you wish to go look at the Unconscious Mutterings site, go here.

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I don't know how many ways there are to say that they found Saddam Hussein in a dirt hole.

But I have this sneaking feeling he's going to end up in another one very soon.

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I chatted way early this morning with Glenn Schmall, who thankfully keeps odd hours like I sometimes have been known to do, and who has been instrumental in helping keep me mostly out of trouble in the early morning.

He looked at me on the webcam, and asked me if I would put my hair in ponytails, and so I did, and the back of my neck froze. Glenn, who for nearly as long as I've known him has had very long hair in the back until very recently said "Okay, now you know how *I* feel."

Glenn, I'll crochet you a mullet for Yulexmas. Let me know what color you want. :)

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One more thing -- and it's something that affects me personally this year -- tonight is The Compassionate Friends' Worldwide Candle Lighting for children who have died. Please light a candle this evening at 7 p.m., local time, and remember them with love.

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