So yeah, it's finished.

Here ya go.

question

Are you on my mailing list? Why the hell not?

Tired, grumpy, out of Coke. Getting caffiene withdrawl headache. Coffee..

moments

It is really quiet and I'm alone in the house.
There are icicles hanging past the two windows in my bedroom that face the road, big scary icicles of death.
The snow is melting.
I am reading an amazing book a friend of mine sent me.
The cats are asleep behind me.
These things are all important, but I'm not sure how important, and maybe I'm not supposed to know.

..

Cindi makes and sells t-shirts with iron-ons. I just found out where she gets the pictures--she just downloads them off the internet. Lovely.

I know if the damn font makes any money I'd have to share it with her, but I no longer particularly WANT to.

Why I chew my nails, by Honey

There are things that I have to face, that I don't want to face, that winter makes painfully clear.

Like that I can't shovel a driveway or a sidewalk, no matter how much I may want to. Physical impossibility.

Like falling down is not only a potential embarrassment, but a potential bone broken in a way that can't be fixed this time.

Snow is beautiful but the practicalities of it are ugly. And ice is just fucking scary.

Just another little notice to my ego that I can never be truly independent again.

I want my life back.