No sporks...

My uterus has calmed down a bit. Now it's just my back and the fact that anything I ingest goes straight through me. Stupid indoor plumbing.

House of sick people, as W is ill, C's head cold isn't really any better, aisha7576 is a stress monkey, and I had the whole buzzsaw through the middle thing going. Wound up going to bed at 6 and conking out until 10... apparently I rather desperately needed the rest. Spent the rest of the evening fussing over and hanging out with a very tired morlock, who, bless him, brought home a bar of Godiva solid milk chocolate for me to gnaw on in my hormonal dementia.

One year ago tonight, I got hit by a car on my way home. I don't think too much about it, and except for gaining a barometer in my right shoulder and still being a fair amount of skittish when crossing streets, especially at night, I've had no lasting ill effects, which I'm pretty damn grateful for. And I think I can at least count most, if not all of the folk reading this as glad I'm still around too. :) Seriously, though - if anything, an experience like that is liable to knock some sorta wisdom into you, though a Saturn going 30 mph is a bit heavy handed for a fortune cookie - but since then... I've been working on being more unrestrained in expression of things like love, truth, desire, and humor, and trying to do some things that I've never done before. Cause life really is too short to do anything else but live it as fully as possible. So I'm tryin'... and hopefully succeeding.

all right. Snoodoku and then bed. Fighting with the attack womb is tiring work.