Oh, good. I'm glad to hear that.

How are you?

I'm really good, actually. Coming back has been really good for me. I wrote this in my LJ this morning:

It's been kind of weird being back here, but mostly good. My brother lives in the same apartment complex that I first lived in, so I know this area really well. Yesterday, I also drove through the area with my second apartment. It's all so different, but also so much the same. But, I'm not. I was telling that to mom this morning. I wasn't a quilter when I left Illinois, so I didn't know about this huge and marvelous store. I couldn't have appreciated it five years ago. And, now it's such a huge part of my life. I was a mess before, and I'm more well now. This is not my home. Boston is my home, and I'm glad for that. I'm proud of the person I've become. Much as I've struggled with a few things this week, with a few circumstances I'm not comfortable talking about, I'm not in that world anymore. I have a new world, and that world is better and brighter. And I'm not just talking about the fabric.

The petting zoo at the fair is how I discovered I'm allergic to llamas. I sneeze and get itchy eyes and all that stuff. It's fun to say to doctors, when they ask for allergies, "Poison ivy and llamas." Hubby gets to say, "Demerol and a very rare fern that only grows on the north slope of Oahu."

Timelies!

David - sorry All-Stars are over. You will have to let me know game times for when you are in Alameda. We would love to come and cheer.

CJ turned 11 yesterday. We tried our best to spoil him rotten. We also stopped by and saw mom at the hospital. She is doing well, though we don't know when they will release her. She is hoping today, I'm thinking it will more likely be tomorrow.

I have read THE BOOK to the detriment of my current class. I missed a deadline on a paper that was due yesterday. Accckkk - must get that finished and in today.

Oh lord, I need a sanity check. On this coming Tuesday, Gerard Way (the lead singer for MCR) is going to be in Seattle, doing an interview at a location I can get to, for a radio station I'm not terribly fond of. It's at 6PM.

So, do I take a day off of work, go to West Seattle, and spend the afternoon/evening surrounded by geebling teens, just so I can see my rockstar crush object? I can't decide.

I'm glad you're proud of the person you've become, vw. You deserve to be.

Teachers should schedule deadlines around the release of important books and films. I mean really!

llama allergy! too many l's. "There's been a high llama count this summer." "Yeah, I can hardly breathe for all the darn llamas."

Oh, I am so not the person to be giving advice, Jilli. But, oh yeah.

But then I am going to San Jose next weekend.

And? I got a fairly tense email from my stepmom including some ASSCAPS when she was asking *me* for something. She just doesn't realize tone, right? I mean, no, that's not it but I can sprinkle some handwavium and pretend?

Handwavium makes a nice tea, I'm told. With cookies. Makes everything better.

Llama, llama, llama, llama, Vid Show! Vid Show! Llama, llama, llama..

Sorry. Kneejerk moment, there.

llama llama duck!

You mock my llama sneezes. And here I am next to the largest Krishna community in North America--yes, in Utah. "No, I'm very sorry, I can't go to Llama Fest this year to see Krishna shoot his firey arrows and indulge in the feast, I'll just be sneezing and tearing up all over the place. It's not you, it's your llama."

And I love llamas! They're so cute and supercilious.