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Jan. 20th, 2008 12:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeI smell of various kinds of BPAL now. It's actually really gross. Need to wash my hands.
I'm not sure what to say about how I'm doing. Life is, apart from the same two worries (Aunt E and missing the boy) I've had for a while, life is actually pretty damn good. I'm happier than I've been, still excluding those two worries, in a very long time. And it feels strange. I didn't expect things to turn out this good this abruptly. Granted, they're not the best yet, I need to figure out rent and groceries and bills and things. The boy needs to find a job. But putting that on hold until it becomes a more feasible issue, I'm actually pretty happy. I'm playing guitar. I'm dancing and exercising. I'm, or I will be learning to crochet as soon as I pop that CD in. I'm working a 10-6 job five days a week, a normal person job, and it's not overwhelming. I love my co-workers, which was pretty much a foregone conclusion since they're practically family. Even the ones I haven't known before this I love. It's good. I'm near the library. I'm in the middle of downtown, working. I'm... life is good.
It feels weird. Anti-climactic? Sort of bemused. Not bad-weird, just odd. I need to do my prompt responses, finish that, and then I think I'll work on novels and short stories and submissions and things like that. I'm slowly working my way back into a writing grove from having been moving and not really thinking much about that. I made potato soup last night, that apparently was a big hit. I added some vegetables and subtracted the heavy cream (substituting whole milk) at my aunt's request, because apparently the Elf Lord's cholesterol is high. How his cholesterol can be high when he's thin as a rail and eats pretty damn healthy I don't really know. I guess that's the heriditary part, but, yeesh.
But, yeah. This is simply the post of one slightly bemused Jag, having abruptly ended up in a better place than she ever expected and damn happy about it. Now if only the boy would get down here...
I'm not sure what to say about how I'm doing. Life is, apart from the same two worries (Aunt E and missing the boy) I've had for a while, life is actually pretty damn good. I'm happier than I've been, still excluding those two worries, in a very long time. And it feels strange. I didn't expect things to turn out this good this abruptly. Granted, they're not the best yet, I need to figure out rent and groceries and bills and things. The boy needs to find a job. But putting that on hold until it becomes a more feasible issue, I'm actually pretty happy. I'm playing guitar. I'm dancing and exercising. I'm, or I will be learning to crochet as soon as I pop that CD in. I'm working a 10-6 job five days a week, a normal person job, and it's not overwhelming. I love my co-workers, which was pretty much a foregone conclusion since they're practically family. Even the ones I haven't known before this I love. It's good. I'm near the library. I'm in the middle of downtown, working. I'm... life is good.
It feels weird. Anti-climactic? Sort of bemused. Not bad-weird, just odd. I need to do my prompt responses, finish that, and then I think I'll work on novels and short stories and submissions and things like that. I'm slowly working my way back into a writing grove from having been moving and not really thinking much about that. I made potato soup last night, that apparently was a big hit. I added some vegetables and subtracted the heavy cream (substituting whole milk) at my aunt's request, because apparently the Elf Lord's cholesterol is high. How his cholesterol can be high when he's thin as a rail and eats pretty damn healthy I don't really know. I guess that's the heriditary part, but, yeesh.
But, yeah. This is simply the post of one slightly bemused Jag, having abruptly ended up in a better place than she ever expected and damn happy about it. Now if only the boy would get down here...