Relapse is part of recovery.

I pretty much slept all day yesterday. Had a bad headache. Meh.

I'm seeing the doctor who did the needle-thing today. He'll be telling me the results.

Oregon City room availability.

Hee.

My mom just mentioned that it would be oh-so-much easier if we had an extra 300 dollars a month and then hit on the idea of renting out the extra room that we have.

I thought that I'd offer here first before we 'go public'.

Anyone interested? We're about 10 minutes away from CCC.

*kisses and cheery wishes*`

To callmesandy, Sandy the Younger to be specific, on her birthday.

Congrats, sweetie.

And much love to fox1013 as she prepares to graduate.

Ooooo.

ETA: Hmm. Apparently, it's keenai's birthday, too. But she doesn't have it on her info.

An Offer From A Gentleman: Part 1

This is a chapter of the book that jic and I changed on the road. Well, the part that I felt inspired to write up so far. I'll probably put more of it up later, 'cause it amuses me.

Legal info: written by Julia Quinn in 2001, published by HarperCollins
Background: Sophie (Lance) is the bastard daughter (son but apparently in drag) of the late Earl Penwood. No one knows this but Sophie and her stepfamily, who mostly hate her and treated her like a servant until she finally left at 21. She first met Benedict (Justin) when she snuck out to a ball. Now, he has saved her from some rapist-type men, and believe me when I say it's less random than that in the book. Anyway, he doesn't know that she's the woman that he fell in love with at the ball - never was in good enough light to see her eye color, which is green. As the chapter starts, Sophie was just spooked by seeing her stepfamily and, in shock, went to Benedict's house with him. She tells him that he has the soul of an artist and they kiss.
( Chapter 17, Justin/Lance version )

Um... duh?

Court rejects Pledge of Allegiance

Hate to be all snarky, but, yeah, 'under God', kinda not about anything else but God.

On the 'this is possibly only amusing me' front, my grandma has said it sans those two words for the last 44 years. And she'd have been not saying it longer if there'd been longer to not say it.

And it is, if we want to be all technical, just an add-on anyway. Why not just take it out?

I mean, yes, I'm religious, but quite a few of the people that I care about aren't. And yes, on occasion this makes me sad, in the "I'm going to miss them when I'm dead" way. Which I will. But it's a choice. For them and for me. And I'd never push, 'cause it's their choice. *shrugs*

Life update

Sonny has strep (obviously, I need to make a 'Diana 101' post. Sonny is the kid I'm looking after Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday mornings.) and I switched car driving days with mom and will have the car Friday.

jic: Up for me coming over Friday night?

I went to the neck lump doctor and he suggested taking it out. This will be done after my Cali trip to see grandma, which I'm finalizing the dates of tonight.

In other news, I really love this song.

*clears throat*

I am a nearly-card carrying (we haven't made cards yet) member of the Lance Bass Attack Horde (LBAH).

Just felt like sharing.

Oh, and jadestar16 is one, too.

Website stuff

I cleaned up a lot of the links and such. Made more folders.

The only thing that I did that y'all might notice is change the colors on the *nsync pages to match the rest of the site and added lots of unlinked links for the future. Hee.

Still working, though.

GIP

Because I need a pissed off icon and I wanted it to be Lance.

Shakespeare Sonnet LVI

Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,
Which but to-day by feeding is allay'd,
To-morrow sharpen'd in his former might:
So, love, be thou; although to-day thou fill
Thy hungry eyes even till they wink with fullness,
To-morrow see again, and do not kill
The spirit of love with a perpetual dullness.
Let this sad interim like the ocean be
Which parts the shore, where two contracted new
Come daily to the banks, that, when they see
Return of love, more blest may be the view;
Else call it winter, which being full of care
Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.