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There's no place like home, there's no place like home. And I
ain't talking about my house either. It's the net, it's where I live,
and I am home.
If you are wondering about the change of background, someone mentioned to me that the orange and red of the other one was a bit painful to the eyeballs. The fieriness of it is a statement, though, so I am leaving it up on the Warehouse page, but I hope this one is a bit easier to look at for the entries themselves. There is gonna be an ever-shrinking gap in the entries for a little while. I am having to type in all the entries I made in my battered old cloth bound, yes-with-an-ink-pen journal. I hate typing copy, but am trying to get it over with as quickly as possible so I can enjoy whatever cathartic benefits there are to exposing my wounds to the eyes of the public. :) Ok so maybe that's not really what I do, in fact most of the entries are kinda mundane. But still... Anyway, here I am where I belong, in front of my own puter. I have spent a good bit of time doing the email. Thank you so much, folks who sent their condolences. You don't know how much it helped, really. More juicy stuff later. |