It's hard, to read a post by a flister that something is not right. You honor their request, not bother them, they will be back, and you wait, and worry, and hope and try to distract yourself.

And then an email comes, about someone else entirely, and the worry doubles, or even trebles, sometimes.

And your heart breaks; what can you do? So far apart, miles and miles, with just the web as true contact.

What gives, universe? Why is it the good folk you must turn on? Are you that unhappy that you must make those happy unhappy along with you?

What gives? Is this that...idea...that *god* doesn't give you more than you can handle?

What about the rest of us who have to watch? And wait? And worry?

My hands are tied. I can only send good thoughts and energy and try to continue on positively myself.

But I'm growing weary, friends.

Lighting a Candle: Today, for T and K.

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In other news, my room is hot. *fans self*

Meetings are done and after a couple of things, I'm going to focus on fannish pursuits, for my time, she is short....

I hacked and rewrote my con*strict fic. If my betagirls approve, I'll be *done*.

Next up--vidding.

Gah.

OOO! Got one back. European time zones suck, man. Gotta wait for the other!

there are three posts in a row, titled, in order:

Crap I'm Tired
Sadness
Happiness to Me
Sweet


How bizarre. It's all these emotions...

so there's probably a GAZILLION examples of this, but if someone can point me in specific places....

I need Rodney and Carson coming out of a stargate together. And/or Rodney and John.

episode/season you can remember it happening? just the two of them, if possible.