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Two Queens in One Isle
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I plan on finishing this afghan by the end of the week. Woohoo!
mood of the day:
still sick, but at least I feel chipper in mind!
wish i:
had a computer at home to chill by.
I have a wish list
Oscar Wilde
"Experience is one thing you can't get for nothing."
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Good day to you, chirren. I'm sick today. Still. I left work yesterday at about 4:00 p.m. I get paranoid about leaving work early. I've worked here for only three months (almost four) and already I've taken vacation days, sick hours, and just plain ol' days off for which I don't get paid. But the woman who is my supervisor has vacation today and yesterday. I feel less pressure. When I walked in this morning, my smart co-workers declared, "What are you doing here!?" And they promplty kicked me out. But I wanted to stay up to date with my journal and also my site in general. I've been lax.
I want to do a reading list. I love reading books. They inspire me to write. A man I work with needs a sci-fi writer. I'm studying, baby! I like reading sci-fi anyway though. I do still have to work on my children's book though. JPR saw it while we were at home and she thought it was good. I think it'd be great if she and I can work together on it. It would be fun.
My mother is going to write a book. She's been thinking about it for as long as I can remember but some secrets she had have been holding her back, which is understandable. However, when I got to her place last Sunday night, she let it loose and with the weight off her shoulders and us still loving her, she's ready. Jon has an old Macintosh computer with Word 5.1 on it. It's old, but it's all she needs. It's a lot easier than holding a pen.
I guess my mother held her secrets in so long because she knows how painful they can be to hear. She learned when she was fourteen that her father and mother weren't married and that, in fact, he was married to another woman in the same town and had four other children. It stunned my mother. When she learned she was infected, she contacted those half-brother and sisters and I think she gets along with them pretty well. It's a great thing.
It's funny. Technically, JPR and I are half-sisters. It hadn't occurred to me until someone asked me about my family and why JPR looks so different than I do (as do all my siblings). And he said, "Oh! So she's your half sister." I wanted to vehemently deny any such thing, but factually, yes. That's true. I still hate it. I want to bite off anybody's head who says that, as if somehow, it isn't as legit for me to call her my sister. JPR and I come across the same problem when we talk about our other siblings or mothers. "Wait," they say, "is this your foster mother or your real mother, the one with A IDS?" And I look at them and ask myself why I say so much. It's too intriguing to tell people. It's not relevant to my story which mother I'm talking about, but my life is so different and in some ways, extraordinary. It's annoying to make distinctions sometimes.
I have a big problem though. I tend to tell people too much when I first meet them. It's a habit and a bad one. I walk away and then wish like crazy that I could just keep my mouth shut. Grr.
I'm hungry and am going to leave work early. I'm going to rent some movies and sit down and chill for the rest of the night.
Be well! –c.
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