Scattered

I’ve seen this all over the place, so I can’t real­ly cred­it where I got it:

If there is some­one on your friends list who makes your world a bet­ter place just because they exist and who you would not have met (in real life or not) with­out the inter­net, then post this same sen­tence in your journal.

There are many of you. Thank you 🙂

I have real things to write about in entries. Actu­al con­tent, whoa! My brain isn’t coop­er­at­ing (thank you, fibro fog), so they’ll have to wait. Every­thing is wait­ing. I can’t seem to stick with one task for any length of time, because I for­get what I was doing.

And this entry has tak­en all day. Just this lit­tle thing.

Hey, is there some tool that will go back through your entries and gen­er­ate tags auto­mat­i­cal­ly? ‘Cause I’m try­ing to remem­ber to use them, but I’m def­i­nite­ly not going back through every­thing manually.

But there are a few notes that I remember.

For leduck and any­one else who finds the “Indi­go Child” thing ridiculous:
Are you ready for the Indi­go Revolution?
(Hint: If you have a bad­ly behaved child, do not try to tell me it’s because he’s spir­i­tu­al­ly advanced.)

We watched the first two episodes of the new Dr. Who series (2005) tonight. I agree with sam­bear that some­thing about Rose is def­i­nite­ly rem­i­nis­cent of shes_precious. Some­thing about her eyes, I think.

I picked up a copy of Fig­ure Mag­a­zine a few weeks ago, and final­ly got around to look­ing at it this weekend—when I could get it away from Sam, any­way. He finds it to be dis­tract­ing in the extreme, espe­cial­ly the lin­gerie fea­ture. It is full of my yum­my eye can­dy for those who like women with curves.

Any­way, I had to scan in this ad, waya, because I imme­di­ate­ly thought of you when I saw that page. I can’t put my fin­ger on it, and I have no idea who the mod­el is, but she looks like you. Maybe it’s the fragili­ty, the sense of open­ness, vul­ner­a­bil­i­ty? In any case, pur­ty, just like you.

I’m going to try again to lay down and sleep. I’ve wok­en near­ly insen­si­ble with pain every time I’ve let myself sleep since Mon­day night, so I’m not exact­ly look­ing for­ward to it, despite hav­ing my man wait­ing with cuddles.

Cyn is Rick's wife, Katie's Mom, and Esther & Oliver's Mémé. She's also a professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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