"It is not having been in the dark house, but having left it, that counts."
-Theodore Roosevelt
Friday, February 20, 2004
Monday, February 16, 2004
Well, as my dear, old* ‘Burg buddy Rob pointed out – there has yet to be a single February rant. Rob wrote to my guest book and very kindly blamed this on Chris – the BF – and I really wish I could blame it on him too, but such is not the case.
Moo.
Actually, I have been a combination of extraordinarily busy,
(we’ve had MAJOR work changes which involved several all-day-long training sessions – including some on my !@#$ days off, !@#$… as well as other massive work-related projects; ren-faire is kicking into high gear and I have magically found myself to be a MAJOR part of that whole process; I am also doing some volunteer work for a non-profit theater company in Asheville on top of all of that; I have several pending commissions art-wise; and I am trying to SERIOUSLY budget my money – which takes more time than I would have ever imagined. Oh, and I am trying to stay warm. The only breaks I get from this hectic pace come when we are snowed/iced in, and unfortunately, those have been fairly frequent… eurkX50.)
- and extraordinarily ill,
(my pain-stuff, the pain that caused me to have all those tests, has reached an unbelievable, unbearable intensity. It has gotten so bad that sometimes I can’t sit upright or walk, and sometimes when I am upright, walking and ok, it hurts so bad when I finally sit down that I nearly pass out. I have now been in pain 100% of the time for years, and it has accelerated in intensity drastically in the last 8-10 months. On the best days, it's like an all-over-body head- or tooth-ache, and on the worst days (like last Saturday), it's like having ever bone in my body broken. On top of that, I am allergic to housepaint, and they have painted the library interior, so yay – insult to injury. Needless to say, I am feeling like 500 miles of really bad (like, backwoods, Louisiana/Texas) road. My shine is off, I am exhausted ALL the time, and I feel pretty damned hopeless whenever I slow down long enough to think about it – thus the ridiculous busy-ness.)
- and so I am sorry. I miss my rant, too. : )
I could say that I was just waiting for someone to miss me. Thanks Rob. At least I know I couldn’t be dead in a ditch for more than a couple of weeks before somebody – ok, at least Rob – would wonder where I was… ;)
Hang in there, don’t give up on me – at least not until I do.
Much love,
-Sam
*old as in, ‘have known him a long time’, not as in, damn, boy, you OLD! he is younger than me…
Moo.
Actually, I have been a combination of extraordinarily busy,
(we’ve had MAJOR work changes which involved several all-day-long training sessions – including some on my !@#$ days off, !@#$… as well as other massive work-related projects; ren-faire is kicking into high gear and I have magically found myself to be a MAJOR part of that whole process; I am also doing some volunteer work for a non-profit theater company in Asheville on top of all of that; I have several pending commissions art-wise; and I am trying to SERIOUSLY budget my money – which takes more time than I would have ever imagined. Oh, and I am trying to stay warm. The only breaks I get from this hectic pace come when we are snowed/iced in, and unfortunately, those have been fairly frequent… eurkX50.)
- and extraordinarily ill,
(my pain-stuff, the pain that caused me to have all those tests, has reached an unbelievable, unbearable intensity. It has gotten so bad that sometimes I can’t sit upright or walk, and sometimes when I am upright, walking and ok, it hurts so bad when I finally sit down that I nearly pass out. I have now been in pain 100% of the time for years, and it has accelerated in intensity drastically in the last 8-10 months. On the best days, it's like an all-over-body head- or tooth-ache, and on the worst days (like last Saturday), it's like having ever bone in my body broken. On top of that, I am allergic to housepaint, and they have painted the library interior, so yay – insult to injury. Needless to say, I am feeling like 500 miles of really bad (like, backwoods, Louisiana/Texas) road. My shine is off, I am exhausted ALL the time, and I feel pretty damned hopeless whenever I slow down long enough to think about it – thus the ridiculous busy-ness.)
- and so I am sorry. I miss my rant, too. : )
I could say that I was just waiting for someone to miss me. Thanks Rob. At least I know I couldn’t be dead in a ditch for more than a couple of weeks before somebody – ok, at least Rob – would wonder where I was… ;)
Hang in there, don’t give up on me – at least not until I do.
Much love,
-Sam
*old as in, ‘have known him a long time’, not as in, damn, boy, you OLD! he is younger than me…
