the Dalaverse

I never expect stupid crap on TV to affect me the way it sometimes does, but I really never expected "Survivor" of all things to send me into an wibble fit. Okay, so, I don't like Jenna Morasca and I was really pissed about her winning Amazon, but she lost her mom to cancer, and my dad has just had cancer, so I'm a little off-balance right now. I can't even say much about it because I don't know much about it, because I didn't ask, because I didn't want to talk about it and I didn't want to think about it. I think they got the cancer and I guess that qualifies as remission? But I don't know.

I remember how hard it was to be here that first week, knowing that my dad was having major surgery and just days after we put Snake to sleep. I thought it would make things easier to be away, but now I'm wishing I had been there -- I'm afraid that there will be times in the future when I'll need to be there and I won't be.

Not really super-depressed, just...sad. Listening to U2. What I really want is a snuggle, but there's nobody to snuggle with.

I think I will go to bed early and read bits of Girl Goddess #9 with "With or Without" on repeat.