*hugs* I'm sorry, sister/mirror, I know that even small losses hurt. And I know that sometimes they can be the warning tremor before an earthquake, as it were... you know the number here, you've a bed and a shoulder if you need them, and yet again, there are things I want to talk with you about. Yes, with JUST you. It's been a long time since you and I spent a day together.

Michal... Torian... we'll talk. We will. I'm not in a fit state to have the conversation we need to have right now, but I am here, and yes, I love you, even when I'm hurting.

Rhett. Now there's a name from the past. I find it somewhat jarring that he'd stir that particular kettle again, but I'm taking risks this month.

To do: all the garbage goes out. ALL of it. In 24 hours there shouldn't be a single solitary thing that isn't intended to be kept left in this condo. Call Tiana. Naming. The book online... oh, and must point Nyha toward the soulmates story and the Freckle Fairy. Plans! The show that is downtown, costumes and makeup, and yes, sadly, it is really all about money.

I'm just jotting things down here so I'll remember them later. It seems I've had a gran mal; my memory's gone all patchy again and I can't precisely trust it. Still, it's good for a few things.

Oh, hey, I wants babbies! Girl ones, that is. If you've spare girls, send them thisaway.

Liquid latex, nylon, wire, bamboo, and ooh we have a camera... yeah, this will be a productive week, I hope.