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That's really all I have to say, other than assuring Ryan that if something DOES happen, he'll either see it posted online via D-land or someone will call - in short, he should only worry if he DOES hear something. *wry grin* I can't deny that a part of me is lapping up the attention, which is kind of sad - most things like this I expect to just Go Away. This, though... in part it's me finally having proof, something to wave in my mother's face, in my teachers' faces, something that I can say 'Look, see, it WAS all in my head quite literally, and you kept denying it'... partly it's forcing ME to pay closer attention to myself for survival reasons (which I needed to do anyway, this just kicks me in the pants until I remember all on my own)...

...and yes, partly it means that my loves actually spend a few minutes each day when I KNOW they are thinking of me, even if it's only worry or annoyance. *shrugs* Grow up without any of the right attention, discover that you have a likely non-fatal thing that means you get to stay home, rest, avoid sunlight (one of my arms was partially burnt yesterday, I've been rubbing aloe on it and it's mostly fine)...

...where was I? Oh. Yes. The bit where I know that my boys, my mates, my loves... I know they're thinking of me. Even when it arrives in such a miserable way, that's something I treasure just as I treasure each of them. *zen hugs*

Ahem. Yes, well. *looks around sheepishly* I know I had something I actually intended to say, but I can't for the life of me remember what, so I'm going to go back to downloading one stock picture every five minutes, rebooting every hour, and debating lunch.