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But first: It's come to my attention that some of you had gotten the fairly reasonable impression that I call myself my son's mother. I do not. Nibs explicitly asked me not to, and I'm OK with that. He calls me Em.
ETA: Remember, Nibs is the one who's with him every day, dealing with her physical issues and his neurological ones.
Bad: I really ought not to go to Flammable at Re-bar tonight and groove to house, because of the money situation. Fred Everything will be there tonight, and it will be good.
Good: Gothy social goodness next weekend.
Bad: Unfortunately, the gothy social goodness is a going-away party for people I'd rather not have going away.
Good: The Seattle Erotic Art Festival is next weekend. I've moved zappy for it. See you Saturday night, the 21st. Mom, let me know if you want the catalog again this year.
Bad: Yeah, there's more bad stuff here, but it would be unwise to put it anywhere online. Fear not: it has nothing to do with any of my friends or relations.
Good: My surgery consult for the Grand Snip is June 1st. (Even though my surgeon of choice, Dr. Marci Bowers, does the actual surgery in San Mateo, CA, she comes up to Seattle once or twice a year for consults. Why here? I'm not entirely sure.) To rip off Churchill, it's not the beginning of the end, but maybe the end of the beginning.
Good: I have
So there.
ETA: Remember, Nibs is the one who's with him every day, dealing with her physical issues and his neurological ones.
Bad: I really ought not to go to Flammable at Re-bar tonight and groove to house, because of the money situation. Fred Everything will be there tonight, and it will be good.
Good: Gothy social goodness next weekend.
Bad: Unfortunately, the gothy social goodness is a going-away party for people I'd rather not have going away.
Good: The Seattle Erotic Art Festival is next weekend. I've moved zappy for it. See you Saturday night, the 21st. Mom, let me know if you want the catalog again this year.
Bad: Yeah, there's more bad stuff here, but it would be unwise to put it anywhere online. Fear not: it has nothing to do with any of my friends or relations.
Good: My surgery consult for the Grand Snip is June 1st. (Even though my surgeon of choice, Dr. Marci Bowers, does the actual surgery in San Mateo, CA, she comes up to Seattle once or twice a year for consults. Why here? I'm not entirely sure.) To rip off Churchill, it's not the beginning of the end, but maybe the end of the beginning.
Good: I have
- my health
- a job
- a roof over my head
- a car
- a son who's pretty neat when he isn't being exasperating
- a more-or-less ex who isn't psycho
- hope for Project Girlfriend
- genu-wine boobs
- fewer hairs on my face than yesterday
- a sooper sekrit circumflatulation project
- several meals' worth of spaghetti sauce that I made in the fridge.
So there.
