Sara

I'm tired today.

And cold.

And random things hurt. Like my legs and my back and the left back side of my jaw and tongue because somehow while chewing I did something horrible to it. The Alleve I took this morning was most helpful but if I move my tongue wrong, the whole thing hurts again.

Tres weird.

My cell phone is at home with Dad right now because he needed to use it so if you call and some man answers, don't panic and think my phone's been stolen. Like some people I know, I have not this problem. ;)

RP has been slowish lately because RL sucks for everyone so I've been using the time to read through back issues of New Mutants. I miss those kids like whoa. The time before Claremount had his brain stolen by aliens. And even before I looked him in the eye and told him, in my childish, young voice, that I was a writer, too. God, I was young. But his signature's in my copy of "Shadow Dawn," and I can't help but a feel a little betrayed when I see what he's done with things. I know change is inevitable but still.

I suppose it's time to get back to the Excel spreadsheet I'm working on.

That or grab money out of my bank account and run away somewhere. It doesn't have to be warm. It just needs to be green. And old. Sometimes my soul feels too old for America. Like I was born in the wrong country. Which quite honestly fits with the profiling they do of immigrant descendents. I'm third generation on my father's side and fourth on my mother's father's side. Which leaves my mother's mother's side. They've been here longer, since like before the Civil War, but I don't feel it. I don't feel the grounding that should bring because it's warring with the other side, the side that research shows is more likely to yearn toward the old country.

Am I being introspective? I am. And for once I'm not bitching about something. Cool.