five thousand shades of blue
Monday, May 07, 2001
Weekend came and went, filled with sunshine and fresh air and using muscles I forgot I had ;
Rocky Horror Picture Show DVD playing with and prop prompter turned on, a riot and a half; a late night, cross-country telephone call discussing family and the fleeting nature of time and how we'll never have back the days when we were all together, flooding our eyes with tears as we regret suddenly being so far from our families and overcome with missing everyone so much it's almost unbearable. Going to
the airport to pick up from visiting her family and feeling myself on the verge of tears watching families say goodbye, remembering what that's like everytime I go back east. Catching bits and pieces of , which brought me back to the days of vinyl records and old, old, OLD computers, making me totally nostalgic as well.... Watching
X-Files, being impressed with the subtle tribute to an
X-Files fanfic author who recently died and suddenly missing friends I haven't seen in years (the name of the town in the episode was the same as the dorm complex I lived in in college, just to provide the connection).
...and now, quietly and tiredly adjusting to Monday, with mortgage refinance meetings and work and barely time to rest. Sometimes I'm glad for the fact that my days or packed with things to do and responsibilities to meet, or I would just crumble thinking about it all.
Adjusted the journal links to include a newly bloggerized friend and to remove one that hasn't updated since before Christmas break (bad Tay, no biscuit!).
Finally: Happy Birthday, Julie. I was right last year, wasn't I? :)
is
this just not enough…?
