All this C&H reminded me of my invisble friend, Guaggy (pronounced soft G gaw-gee. Not certain on the spelling, but that one is pretty close to looking right. May also be Gauggy. Funny that even now this matters to me.)

She was a sort of androgynous 5 or 6 year old, shaggy jaw length brownish black hair, dark olive brown skintone. She was always dressed in a grungy, dirty raggedy mid-thigh sleeveless white shift. Maybe a torn up tshirt. Always smudged with dirt. I have no idea where I got her from or why she looked like she did. Apparently, I came up with her pretty early. No idea when she ceased to be real to me. But when she was real, she was a conversation partner and play-acting companion. She was fun and silly. I have very clear impressions of talking to her when I was potty training, sitting in the toilet closet, with her standing in the doorway.

Odd, that.

oooh.. sara, I still have chile cheese bread in the fridge! But only a slice left.

Good for sticking to wheels. I really hope you are able to be up and about for as long as possible with these amazing little stinkers taking over your real estate.

Forgive me if you are bored with the question, but any reaction from the kids (students)? I remember classmates being terribly intrusive with our questions for pregnant teachers. And classmates in mid school, sadly.

I never had a real imaginary friend. Lots of imaginary imaginary ones who functioned to support a narrative I was placing myself into, but no more than that. The most lasting of them would probably be whoever my alter-ego's boyfriend was.

Fuck. Can't remember his name. I'm such a hussy.

Okay, back to watching The State Within. I'm so fucking confused it isn't funny. I just don't know if I'm supposed to be confused. What's the man with the stuff on his face doing? Why is he all spy-like? Should I know?

Lots of imaginary imaginary ones who functioned to support a narrative I was placing myself into

Hell, I still have those when I'm bored. My main problem with my imagination as an adult is that I can't write or sustain a narrative beyond the time it takes me to dry my hair or drive to work. So I read. Um, when I'm not driving. I used to make up stories when I swam, to break up the monotony and/or freaky anxious obsessing while I did an hour of laps.

Kat has one slice more of chile cheese bread than I do. And a known source. Damnit.

but you have lee there. Me? NSM. Home alone cleaning and organizing. Not so fun.

I would send you a house elf that I had one. Promise.

but you have lee there. Me? NSM.

You will have me, in LA at least. Maybe not soon, but someday.

No contractions! I forbid them. For now, anyway. I may change my mind later.

Me too! For now.

Lee, tell me about your tagline. Is it a personal mission, a quoted one, or both?

Quoted, from the Dixie Chicks, but also personal, once I figure out the something.

I need a house-elf. and possibly a therapist. And definitely a bottle of champagne and the ability to consume it right now. i have none of these things.

Some of the kids said they felt bad about how they acted last semester and had they known I was pregnant they would have been nicer. @@.

I freaked them out to today when I mentioned the brain grows first and then the skull grows around the brain. Also, that one of the kids wedges body parts beneath my ribs and pushes.

ita, I have an intrusive nosy question. are you IMable?

Lee breaks internets. I think. Watch her carefully!

Crap, I just realized it is the 14th. I missed my complex's Guardian Angels meeting! (I wanted to go cause I was curious about what they are about and what they propose.)

Do you know what they do, sara?