compulsive

*ticktickticktickticktick*

I'm as ready as I can be to face today.

It's been seven years today since my father died. I miss you, Poppa Bear.

I'm glad that SpaceShip2 and WhiteKnight2 are getting unveiled today. It makes today better and yet more bittersweet.

I'm trying not to be sick.

Sitting down to work on taxes, the Nutcracker Suite on in the front room.

If you can, great, if not, no worries. We'll hook up eventually.

Crashing out. Today has been utterly exhausting.

Good night, Poppa Bear, wherever you are.

*tocktocktocktocktocktocktock*

as ready as i can be without knowing which direction to go

Chapter XIII done. Only three more chapters to go and a little less than 16K left to write.



I'm swinging, Pop. I'm swinging.

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Things that I want for Yule:

$60,000 or the AROHO Grant or the Disney Grant.
A new computer.
A new camera.
A Christmas tree.
Gifts for my family.
Warm clothes for the girls.
A vacation to Hawaii for the whole fam, so we can see MM while she's actually there for her internship.
A studio/office space.
A new iPod, since mine is dying.
My wedding ring to fit.
To lose the 30 pounds I need to lose.
Homes for the kittens who are weaned that will be forever homes.
All the debt paid off.
The asshole to pay me what he owes.

That's my list. I have an amazon list too. But amazon doesn't have listings for a lot of this list.

So there it is.

Back on my head.