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subtitled: What I didn’t do last evening. I couldn’t do it. The Socialist called me an asshole and a few other unkind things, but I just couldn’t go to the movies alone. It was probably just as well. I got out of work later than I wanted, and didn’t get home until 6:30. The movie…
Yes, I went to the Grand Hallows Ball at Borders to pick up my copy. No, I am not a Pott-head. I knew only two of the answers to the trivia contest, and did not go dressed as my favorite character. But it was a once-in-lifetime fun time, and I’m glad I experienced it. I…
Still not sleeping well – this is starting to get really old fast. I had better luck on the sofa than in bed though, as it’s easier for me to prop myself up to relieve some of the distension. Thirty-six hours until I get tapped. Not that I’m counting the minutes or anything. Saw Two…
Memories from March 21, 1997 are simultaneously vivid and surrealistic. Time has perhaps fuzzed the edges a bit, but the impact of what I hesitate to call a near death experience has not lessened. It has colored nearly all my significant choices over the the last near-quarter century in both good and not so good…
KfH has found a fine place to recuperate from her operation – on top of the telephone under my desk light. I just wish someone had called me while she was there. I don’t think the operation has slowed her down much.
OK. Go ahead and laugh if you want. But Christmas is making me feel good this year. And it’s been a long, long time since I enjoyed Christmas. I admit it. I’ve been an official grinch since my high school days. Perhaps even earlier. I’m not sure why, although I do know some of the…
I’ve sat here trying to think of a good comment, but what really comes to mind is "ouch." I feel the pain in your entry. I think this is a rollercoaster that we (those who keep online diaries) all ride. We put our words, feelings and hearts out there for everyone to see and sometimes we feel more vulnerable and exposed.
~QE
I dont know what to say…
Firstly, let me say I am at present reading your diary backward, so this comment is being made AFTER the ones on the more recent entry.
I echo the "ouch" above 🙁 I too hear you.
Not sure what this is all about, none of my business…except to say I care. Believe it or not.
You are a Latin scholar and will recognize this as bastardized Latin ;), but here goes: Illigitimi non carborundant.
Like the Elf, I too have read my way back to this point. I am also very sorry for whatever some jerk left in a private comment. L-ord knows, I’ve been there! I know how it sours the taste for online journaling, I’m dealing with a case of the Diarist’s Disease just now myself. I’m hoping to get over it, too. I’m glad I finally decided to pop in and leave a comment to see if you were alright. Yeah, I’m slow. Sue me. Oops, there’s that attitude showing again.
Hugs,
~Cali